thumbing a blue
pocketknife bought
at a waukegan strip mall –
rain-buttered gee-gaws,
mailboxes beat w/ a
baseball bat – the
hopscotch crosses are
seeded w/ foxglove
/n come-ons written
in lipstick. i summon
as witness
for the defense:
tow-motor tongs nested
in pigweed, thistle –
bicycle bells
buried nipple-up –
these soil-cracks
hare-lipped by corkscrew
rushes, crowbar branches
leafing through
rented cars.
this morning, hungover,
the air hammers w/
pistons. wasps stalk
the split, wooden
window
like a diving board.