for Frankie Metro, California, and the Mountain Goats
its like rolling
down hills littered
with broken glass
hotel yellow octagons
and floral pattern
carpet squares
smeared across the
wall of the BART
station
rattling down the
tracks
i lean out of the
cable car and see
flashes of the bay
between half eaten
buildings
a bell is ringing
in chalk on the sidewalk:
JESUS IS COMING
and i guess i’ll
be waiting for him
in the tourist trap
Chinese resturaunts
trying to draw
john darnielle’s nose
choir boys experiment
with cannibalism
in the back room
their sores fall open
like pieces of wedding
cake- onto the floor
because in the future
bubble headed scientists
will know just what
to say:
superheroes don’t die.
they just go on hiatus
–Dustin Holland