Gary Went Missing

Gary had a bad day

so he went into his locker

and he pulled out an old picture of a saint

named Francis of Assisi

who had all sorts of diseases

and thought people were God’s

animals to taint

who made all these

funny speeches about

miracles without leeches

and pretended he had never been to Spain

so he’d get all sorts of free stuff

mostly men and plastic flowers

that he’d throw away and never see again.

Gary liked the window

on the far side

of the kitchen

where the earth held all

its sunlight in his brain.

He would dance around

in nothing

hoping someone saw

the something

of the places that his saint

could never take.

Don’t be a sad boy!

It’s a shame that you’re still living

in the clothes that you first wore when you were born

made of your old life in the room that still surrounds you

where your angels always hang you at the door.

Gary liked the library

for his watching and his

reading about

how all of us are bleeding

from the inside.

We’re just dripping

in the minutes

trying to hide

what we diminished

from the ones who

hate the ones who

tried and died.

Gary found his father

cauterizing his whole body

in a Geo near the front

of old grand lake

with a blow torch

like a rocket

made of happiness and metal

and the blood of all the men

he couldn’t taste.

Don’t be a sad boy!

It’s a shame that you’re still living

in the clothes that you first wore when you were born

made of your old life in the room that still surrounds you

where your angels always hang you at the door.

Gary got his acne

and his high voice

from his mother

who had

quite a bit of lovers

with one face.

They would pass through

Hi, what are you?

Are you ready for the movie?

It’s the playoffs!

Fuck the doctor!

Pick up the pace!

Gary hated guns

but he was sure

that he’d buy one

to hold on Easter

so the world

would still feel safe

from the silence in the noise

and his voice that had been wrung

when the Spaniard made him

scream his blotted name.

Don’t be a sad boy!

It’s a shame that you’re still living

in the clothes that you first wore when you were born

made of your old life in the room that still surrounds you

where you angels always hang you at the door.

Gary found a big hole where the world

had found its bearings

where the sun had done its damage for the first time

where his body could now heal from the

gnashing and the smashing and the flailing

that his father left behind.

Don’t be a sad boy!

It’s a shame that you’re still living

in the clothes that you first wore when you were born

made of your old life in the room that still surrounds you

where your angels always hang you at the door.

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  1. Jillian says:

    Brilliant!

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