Pony Payroll Bones Talkin three Shady spring poems
Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
What follows are three true story poems from an unpublished manuscript Ghost Moon Blues
A shadow will walk all over a human
shadow walks tha human
He was already sick and the sickness almost left and he did not know such things. Then the sickness returns---
Something did not
the story told
Long dark stairs
whatever walks -
walks up alone
Sticky and slick with blood, we broke the buck down on our own.
fur skin muscle tendon bone marrow all wetly red.
my 8 year old sun drunk in the cornstalks of oblivion. Hot wind whipping wind against and forth whirling twirling whirly gurley.
The riff raff have arrived with rifles loaded.
Finger bone on the trigger-Eye on the hog
BLUES DISASTER ONE
Eternal this apparition--
squawkin bloody on tha rocks.
All those ghosts feathered in caves
Crooked retracts--gravel blues
Good wants became bad wants past marble winter
Silver busted seduction in blackness
Songs singin down cobblestones.
Once the sweet sounds of spring birds
now Children disembodied