Painting by Crosby Hessel
by Frankie Metro
Wet Blots
2 headless men
& one envious straggler
carry their
skinny bones
along a
road
whose darker sides
vary,
depending upon
the weight of
the
hand.
you can almost
make out
Adobe white clay
glowing in the
smokey chest
of some god
w/o a tongue
& the branches of
a burning village
hiding the
back side
of his crown- shaped
bald spot.
Now,
hanging from
the nail,
just an inch or so
out of context,
all 3 men
look like
used-up
matchsticks,
w/ storm clouds
over their
necks.
No one knows
where
they’re going
& for that matter-
I’ve stopped asking.