Hanging A Chicken

A skeletal existence
and girls by the pool
like sunsets on sanded beaches
or blowing a balloon
Art comes in many fashions
from hanging a chicken
to hustling a chick
The express bus awaits
like open church doors
or the blue waves of the Caribbean
Chairs sit unattended
licensed to decay
stone pillars
and
speed bumps
like a wrestling match
with all the
pretty girls eating spaghetti
as it falls
like canada day with no parade
while cats sit idle
licking paws
and menopause
and close the drawers on pedophiles
and packages to Niagara falls
all for $69.
Stairs into the magic garden
and door handles brassed
over flames of time
Father and son performing
one last act
as the old man falls to the floor
like
a black and white picture
She sits in the hallway
painting her nails
as turtles pass in the gutters
it's a steep climb to
the church of good word
Cobbled streets
and iguana shit
dead fish
and new life
armpits of cactus
and palm fron hair
Dark corridors
of skeletal remains
and girls on stilts
in caverns of time
announcing blue light
and brown fields
of swollen feet
and played guitars
Crosses mark the spot
where to exit
the final sunset
like diving in the pool
for the first time.