mindbombs

I Am My Own Elephant Gun
jennifer l. knox

the sun that the blew the stars out
the grin that pulled its teeth out
and left them wandering around
the airport, tied to a parking meter,
bleeding in a elevator, thrown
from a car on the Triborough bridge,
thump under the tire, tired of washing
my mouth out and the candles guttering
out, of awake so early after up so late,
of up so late and dogless with tall boys,
dogged by silent phones, by one ringing
phone in which of the unlit windows,
by all the slits in the meat to be filled
with slivered garlic, by the garlic to be
slivered and (mon dieu) a brand new
knife, my bloodbath runeth over,
puncheth three holes at once through
an inch of gauzy onion skin, I am
the wad of pink plastique that took
the old stone bridge down, shaking
my head, playing dead, the dead
who played dead ‘til was dead.




13 Stages of Grief
jennifer l. knox

1. Monday: to do: dance lessons.
2. Monday
3. Monday
4. Last Monday
5. When a tree hollowed out by termites finally hits the ground it makes the empty
thud of a dry sponge, or a mushroom. Nothing lives inside of it but mold and mold’s
so old it ain’t even on the radio no more. It thrives in unlit armpits. It’s dumb.
6. When the tree hollowed out by termites finally hits the ground it bursts into crows,
dumb as bums, louds as bombs, and then into parrots, genius can openers, yet their
names remain impenetrable to especially themselves.
7. Rob Zombie?
8. Shit yes Rob Zombie.
9. And fucking.
10. Fucking with hammers and let’s crack open the Cliff Notes on Greek Gods and really
read it, for once on crack fuck yeaaaaaaah!
11. ODB sits on his throne in your soul—behind the belly button and the gun belt zones.
He says “I love you, baby” then throws hydrochloric acid in your face.
12. Doberman
13. Republican
14. Tent with little flag signaling you have been eaten by bears.
15. Flying.
16. Besides white. What will be on the flag?
17. The flag will have a pussy on it.
18. That’s a very nice pussy on your flag says, the pharmacist.
19. He is very big.
20. There are five of them.
21. Put five big pharmacists on the flag.
22. Or vets. Let’s mend the crows. And the parrots. With holes chewed in their sore
bald armpits. There are antidepressants just for birds, you know.
23. Maybe one more?
24. Nah.


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now that i met my lonely neighbor consequence/ we spill our wine
on the rug and call it our first offense/ i fed my hands to the wolves
now im left without defense/ forgiveness, my old friend, still lingers
by the fence.// you say lightning i say let's jump in/ we're just made
of skin/ when the lightning hit the lake/ teeth shake like an
earthquake// and not to sleep but to drag colors into the wake
and speed into morning after/ oh how we tickled the belly of the
lake and rolled in it's laughter.