The moon is my alibi. My tenders throw a hissy fit.
My scalp’s at the foot of the precipice.
My lume is spento, there’s a creep in my cellar.
You can stand under my umbrella, Ella.
Who put pubic hair on my headphones?
Who put the ram in Ramallah?
I’m just sitting here spinning my spinning wheels—
Where are the snow tires of tomorrow? [/ta’marah/]
The llama is burning! My heart is an ovary!
Let’s chase dawn’s tail down state lines,
sing “Crimson and Clover” over and overy,
till wonders are taken for road signs.
My fish, fast and loose, shoot fish in a kettle.
The boys like the girls who like heavy metal.
On Sabbath, on Slayer, on Maiden and Venom,
on Motörhead, Leppard, and Zeppelin, and Mayhem.
Michael Robbins
from POETRY (December 2010
1 comment:
hi! I appreciate yr interest in my poetry, but I would appreciate it even more if you'd remove the pronunciation guide you added—it's actually more of an off-rhyme anyway. thanks!
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