Hair and Bone
Rich Furman
We "sit beneath the staircase built form hair and bone"
Dorianne Laux
All we really had, hair and bone death,
eroding mummies of Guanajuato black earth behind cloudy glass
and alone left to sweep the dust of scaling skin,
memories are splinted by quacks of longing.
Eroding mummies of Guanajuato black earth behind cloudy glass,
you barely existed benzoyl green bottles and tiny pill-milk,
and alone, left to sweep the dust of scaling skin,
terror-striking those holding your sac of shame.
You barely existed benzoyl green bottles and tiny pill-milk,
Assorted saviors more hiding greed perhaps,
terror-striking those holding your sac of shame,
winter’s horrible pearliness an ash bearding our ribs.
Assorted saviors more hiding perhaps greed,
and alone left to sweep the dust of scaling skin,
winter’s horrible pearliness an ash bearding our ribs
all we really had hair and bone death.
We "sit beneath the staircase built form hair and bone"
Dorianne Laux
All we really had, hair and bone death,
eroding mummies of Guanajuato black earth behind cloudy glass
and alone left to sweep the dust of scaling skin,
memories are splinted by quacks of longing.
Eroding mummies of Guanajuato black earth behind cloudy glass,
you barely existed benzoyl green bottles and tiny pill-milk,
and alone, left to sweep the dust of scaling skin,
terror-striking those holding your sac of shame.
You barely existed benzoyl green bottles and tiny pill-milk,
Assorted saviors more hiding greed perhaps,
terror-striking those holding your sac of shame,
winter’s horrible pearliness an ash bearding our ribs.
Assorted saviors more hiding perhaps greed,
and alone left to sweep the dust of scaling skin,
winter’s horrible pearliness an ash bearding our ribs
all we really had hair and bone death.