Missing Teeth Falling In The Rain by Paul Koniecki

-for Chin the Mango Juice

i melt
like some forgotten cup
balancing hot-cold and alone
on a shrinking patch of shade
behind the drug store

under a parapet of brick
holding the thesaurus i use as a pillow
or a note from friends
are you listening
it was a time of soiled bedrolls

and empty parking space
lemon-yellow lines and dreams of falling
showering in a hand sink
four-feet off the floor
praying for an allowance

of common soap and uncommon privacy
the sound of movement in the morning
steering wheels – tires humming
sour bodies and sweet gasoline
pulling in on itself like urban origami

Chin the Mango Juice remembers rest
in the common verity of repose
like an absent limb finding a missing itch
dry heart – dry eye – dry well
i have not the words for this

the assistant drug store manager
in her garden takes notice and approaches
to shake me off the small comfort
of a wee dark spot oozing need
like molasses

why are you lying down
i bring her to me
the blacktop is hot and glassy
on my back
pulling against the buttercup growing

in my chest
our breath goes up and down
opening and closing the ground
like a lid and the rising heat
saturates the spirit so foreign

and close
i hear love-songs / mad-songs to
the apparitions and the heat
i have burned dead grass for body hair
teeth are clouds and the wind

blowing through them hurts
i like stacks of ripping things
dirty wings
missing teeth
lap-dance for me

sweat is a wound and an ocean of rank
i am sweat
i am my life – a wreck erected
behind the diamond shamrock
i am in league with dripping things

chalk dust cops – erasers cleaned
cotton mouth – liquor store
wine in the forest – forest in the door
sun in a ditch off the edge
of a dick-dead shadeless parking lot

the color of a gun
pink like love and my dry tongue
the taste of hats and drums
and cigarettes and the left
side of my cheek

from the kisk of scissors
to the nailing lid
lick the empty buttercup
and hold something
like the sun

Paul Koniecki is co-curator of Pandora’s Box Poetry Showcase at Deep Vellum Books in Dallas, Texas where he also hosts the monthly open mic series, The Vellum Ouroboros. Most recently his chapbook, Reject Convention, was published by Kleft Jaw Press and his poems have appeared in a variety of journals and anthologies since 1985. Noted director Richard Bailey’s film, “One Of The Rough” contains several Paul Koniecki original poems and was shown at The Berlin Experimental Film Festival in December of 2016. When he isn’t writing he is dreaming of being reborn as a poetry tree. His motto remains, “I want to write a book of poetry to chase down loneliness and punch it in the face”.

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