“STAY SHINY” & “SNOW WHITE” & “JACKED”
STAY SHINY My stanky eyes crumple all over Boom Boom Mountain Where garbage boys trill & drill in marshmallow firebursts I toss a wolf head into their gang majik I drive my tasteless death-rig all over their futile posse I catch a single rat embryo like a cold in my sinuses I accidentally fall asleep in the murder museum & Ghosts spew blood-curlicues A monster appears All dangly tubes & drippy blubber & I can’t stop dreaming about you My valentine lobes grow long & I knock you into my swinging contagion & I accidentally try to explode yr heart I accidentally block yr every artery with my car I block yr nerves with poisonwood splinters I block up yr crimesoaked eye My accidental lifestyle among loons is now for sale SNOW WHITE I was skeered like a glamoured rat My thumper gone twitchy with all the discount hexes I was young I was a cheap raiding party The hunters licked me through my panties while I ordered sow hearts online & torched them to achieve hologram-perfect skin I floated through the afterparty in a mist of blood to hide my perfect dials & febrile knobs which I so badly needed twisted before I gagged on my own black bile A rotting thing in a chipper box surrounded by small horny animals It Girl Shit Girl I was a photo filter called Rot At the venom burst At the shooting I made snow angels in dumpfields of red sewage Even the decaying musculature of snowflakes looked good on me The black lace of fried nerves I ate off my own legs like a delicacy JACKED I’m unbossed & sinking in the guts of the hour I’m corrupt in the guts of yr gluey warbling I’m strung out like blow in a bubbling sky Yr a smart boy You don’t believe this nonsense You go south & starkers & various other kewl appointments I don’t care With my vixen soul whip & my max glands rising I’m a scab eater I bite hard until you let go of My spirit animal disemboweled & served up in pink meringue floats Too easily words of war Become acts of war It’s time we reviewed the accounts You need to know just how much this is going cost you
Lara Glenum is the author of five full-length poetry collections: The Hounds of No, Maximum Gaga, Pop Corpse, All Hopped Up On Fleshy Dumdums, and the forthcoming Junk Shot. These three poems are from her latest work-in-progress, The Diseases of Astonishment. She teaches in the MFA program at LSU.