Mudlark No. 42 (2011)


He wears a blue mask to decompress 
the air shed argyle socks

breathe-right nose strips to feed on 
the rattlesnake he shot with his .22.

This place is a blast furnace 
transplanted palm trees 

hides plugs like bottle nipples 
under an Astros cap has tracer veins 

down pasty legs wears mountain ranges 
on his wrists. In the brickyard 

we listen to the inability 
to listen to the fountain’s pump.
He plays space invaders from 
a wicker throne waits for guest services

for the mucous membrane to 
rent every VHS in the bullpen.

Nathaniel Vincent Mohatt | Mudlark No. 42 (2011)
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