for yam sir: elevated blues

Abraham Smith

 
This poem is from a longer work, written in dedication to Abraham Smith's canine companion, Rodney.
probably the heat in the bama walMART parkin lot
curls the edges of the masking taped penciled on
a half crapped crate baby RODNEY stretchy snow legs
and sweet potato continent blotches down
his back LOST aka abandoned
as the hoarder's drawers of one rub off 'em
or three hotel motel soaps quiet lost sweeeeet  
consonance that he was what i am saying
abused a u e less not sure if the colorless dust
of town on a town BOOT or iff red clay heavy cough
on the wheel wells of a grrr TRUCK man
fat he does not love maybe asleep
when he goes WahOOF it's a buffet style he's
in the aisles snake-biting every gristle yawner high on Dew
very un-berry slapper of the back of a kid's head i know at WALfart  
he would drop every awful eater of a kid's toy dream if he COULD
nice though this snow grandma
she's old but she does not complain
in her head she's young she's agreed
to blow up the birthday balloons in this pic
rodney is balloon being lung prized  
by new old grandma snow who has seen it all but has grace not class lives
days in a day ooh surprised and weeeeeeeee
WE agree he's cloud weave with winter brush brown
with that sense of sweet rush and sweet sleep  
happy yes dropping pumpkins on the seine maybe
any river nothing ever HURT or broken again
YAM is irked by hawks so vanilla tapioca plus yam equals HAWKS no no?
like little spat wrecked broke ladders up there on sky
he does that liberator quIxote  
of that hawk squid on high angel net sounder?
protector of the fair soft prawn field mouse  
or say purgatory worrier warrior I just know THEY never
not even into the punky pines skate or sink
when HE is bounding
hey he's ablution quencher he's piggy WALmm biterrr
mr presh mr ipod rod mr rodeo
mr yam man mr roodle strudel mr dip
thee in the pond and try and drink
while you swim cack cack hey he's
coughing he got a little pond in
his lung he's fine yam yond spondee lap sun
yeep yeep and woof woo whoa uhoh buzzard you too
best go tilt tilt over some other open country
and CAME THE tornado like a thumbprint
of a nobody dream of weird wolf water
water left laying in a U of a pipe how it'll
weird fast with fasted black grey and CAME The tornado
bad water thumbprint checking the melon's coats
to this revolving numberless anti-perfume keen
windows bursted SEEDS of glass if you went to planting pane crap  
how many lost pet grow out of that fire ant dirt
how many wind thrown collars jingle
in the pines like the bone in bum coin  
he's a bathtub fellar in thunder he's a nervous
mervis in a storm he's an under bed hider
he's learning today to gradual
gradually graduate back out light from under bed
tho every dog does need a den
some close space to do the deepest dreaming in
maybe his grandpapa was a hammock full of the farthest thing from schemes  
maybe the cloudy brushy two he lunged from
wore a bed shape maybe the beds up there in high light
never did squeak maybe if they did peep spring cry out it was the peat
of a pert chipmunk hiving in a dust hole
or a bluecoat angel squirrel roD will adjust
your back for you tugging the leash
in shocked joy atonal squeal astonish   
as the newness of a smaller runner brings him back
to wonderful here's a happy   to run
towards not away is to smile
of brush and of snow here's round blotty pine
he's turned his cinnamon back on
so you know don't we? on
every sappy sticky limb
sinks a hawk
mouse beak unmoused
and i quote damn yam cop grrr the hawk collective  
leaving a little purple grr burp out into the light
the walmarts turn toadstools toads are dining on
with a lobster bib eructated of toadstools
oho they are eating themselves  
oho the sky for once uncast in wing  
love you Roodle let's go tin-
tern that abbey walk it
reel rite ripe rise   rolling 'gain

Abraham Smith's dog, Rodney
 
Copyright © 2011 by Abraham Smith. Poem and image used by permission of the author.

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