see also previous post of beginning of this -- this is a follow-on to the same post....
My Setting of Scenes by Pikes Peak Poet Laureate Aaron Anstett
14 parts - 10 to go.... this is a cumulative listing .... 3 and 4 are newest.....
1. Against the lingerie-color sunset,
orange and pink and filmy as a negligee, two dogs fight in a liquor store parking lot, mouths on throats, blood an inkling in the neon advertising bargains on imports. Their long shadows go slo-mo in the skittering gravel and spin under dust’s little weather systems. Customers seem to glow, sidling past then leaving with purchases.
2. Even the curtains move
woozily in a room the knockout gas has seeped through, making the rug and the lampshade and the couch smell like medicine. A man whistles and tilts, does a dance called “My Whole Body Feels Like an Arm I’ve Slept Funny On.” He believes he’s an iceberg. He thinks he’s a thundercloud. Suddenly he sings, “Oh, I could die right here, in the delirium of air.”
3. Footprints in a prison yard’s snow,
different sizes of the same shoe in loopy, raggedy patterns, fill with those drifting hieroglyphs falling a long way to shine all night in the floodlights. They scroll in horizontal lines like a stream of arbitrary numbers. Snow fills the nest a bird has built bit by bit by bit (burnt matches, newsprint, hair) in the fence’s concertina wire.
4. Rags soaked in so much fuel
the basement boiler seen past them looks shimmery catch fire. How leisurely flames stroll unfinished wallboards. Through attic windows, angled daylight, speckled with dust, shines on a dictionary with pages stained yellow, orange, and purple with pressed summer wildflowers.