Song
Ron Androla
dirt fingernails
old animal bones
a small white bust of plato
how
you sing slung like
heavy
rain-wet jeans
over
the back of
a
kitchen chair
singing
like eating
hot
french fries
greasy eyes
scattered paper plates
a few flies on their last leg
what
songs! & autumn
smoking
a joint
to
crimson shavings
the
wind is walking
boldly
up against
the
dreary siding & rainspouts
the interior of elm
my bed is shadow-warmed
window sounds like it’s hurting
silence some
sip
the
surface of coffee
but
me hell i
gulp
the whole cup straight down
without
moving an eye
on
outside sonatas