UNDERGROUND VOICES MAGAZINE/JUSTIN HYDE


	UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY

JUSITN HYDE

i've no dandelions or poplars today

only this silver cross filed to a dagger in my fist
and thirty-two perpendicular contrails
suturing my brain.

the sky is stapled over blood-stained quilts and hog's heads
and i've stolen the clown's stilts.

the artists are all cunt-struck with
the ephemeral pus of immortality
the actors are
oxymorons genuflecting before wishing wells full of wishing wells
and most everyone else is
desiccated lama-spit on a fence post north of boise idaho.

i've stolen the clown's stilts,
gonna tap god on the shoulder

get him to pry his
lips off the
crack pipe

and

lean down:

throat
within
arms
reach.

Justin Hyde has had stuff published in Thieves
Jargon, Zygote in my coffee, Cerebral Catalyst
and other on-line and print publications.

His blog is at http://fdostoev.blogspot.com