oxidia (final draft) (repost)

“oxidia” copyright ziggy zagmyer

inspired by the character of the same name from the wallace stevens’ poem “the man with the blue guitar”

your love is like sniffing glue in a playground at midnight
your love is like running thru hell
		with naked feet
your love is solving quantum math with broken fingers
		and broken toes 
400 million trillion blackholes in this universe
all of them in denver 
		all your accidents end in denver 
you’ve got lilacs and postcards in your pocket
you’ve got asphalt in your hair 
your love is playing with snakes
you burn your bridges while you cross them 
you burn your candle like you hate candles 
		your love is like a puddle of gasoline
		and a dry well of tomorrow
you can swallow your heart and start over  
all your bullet holes are filled with black static 
you can play a blue guitar with blue fingernails
a heartbeat and a bruise, a heartbeat and a bruise  
                you can play a mean tambourine 
		you can play a lost goddess searching 
for the one-of-a-kind rainbow in a special raindrop in a random storm  
               you can play dumb 
your love is like the blue guitar you drag around by the neck
		heartbeat and a bruise, heartbeat and a bruise
400 million trillion broken hearts in denver
all of them yours 
you play dirty pool and you’ve got dice up your sleeve
your laughter is clattering and witchy itching all the right spots 
                but your soup is cold 
		no one knows where you came from
your star name is paper-mache angel
your earth name is downward spiral 
your eyes are haunted gloomy kamikazes
                you drink kamikazes
you throw kamikazes at everything that gives you pain
                your love is throwing side-eye at the world
your love is a one-eyed horse walking backwards in a blizzard  
your love is like rust eating a truck parked in a ditch
		adjacent to a junkyard
your love is like looking for a black cat in a dark room that
ran away years ago chasing blackbirds into blackholes in the
		darkness of denver
your love is something
		whisper and rumor
	more than
		and less than
	and other than

notes: not sure if this is publishable anywhere today. where are all the wild child journals of my youth? my search for publications i really like and might print this kind of thing is way, way too short (actually, blank). any suggestions? why does art today have to be so fucking civilized? definitely going in the next chapbook though.

3 thoughts on “oxidia (final draft) (repost)”

  1. This is prime stuff, and fuck the stuffy ‘zines if they’re too tepid to take it. I love every single line of this, Philip. it is chock full of just amazing wordplay and taken together it paint s a portrait of someone I feel certain i have been involved with, oh, four or five times in my life. just stellar, a privilege to get to read.



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