One dead body in
a room full of dolls.
A spider plays
housekeeper. A spider
auditions for spouse. Crickets get
jealous, crawl corners, wonders why
Clocks curse. Second
hand wants to say
but it just ticks. Sick because
to be time, till someone
telled an inside joke.
Machine hide blueprint?
Now there’s only room
for distraction. And distinction.
Enter thin king.
Stand on a knife; sit night,
carve stars to feed—
drip, so sour hot.
Numb numbers, twitching digits.
Pocket flares, pleased to dig it.
Stealing beach one grain of sand
at a time. Some stuck
in the camera. Left over
ounce of disease.
Pace the foyer with face
in elevator. How did large
talk turn so loud,
uninteresting, starting from what the shirt
said to the pants:
don’t wear me if you can’t keep up with my colours.
Ours later. Fall is unforgiving. Egonic, fleshed
auction of power
More losers than winners,
more or less.
Oil castles drilling and pulling
against the veins of nature.
if a bird flew over the ocean.
Or was it a plane,
or a super villain.
Magnets haul power plates underwater,
hurry games—shake wicked sticks of lightning.
Better safe up your suit.
Find something else to die about.
No tears near the water.
And keep your kids off the alligators.
Wrench off the dirt.
Pull out a stack of batteries.
Flattery feeds on envy, sucker up,
stickers across a kitchen, little room to bathe.
These fools need a new stage to masquerade,
a sea of cold blue feces.
Put your hands on this nice-to-invent-you bible.
It’s bulleted with electric words.
There are sensors beneath its leather bound,
that’ll shock through your fingers if you lie.
Stings, Velcro at the end of whips,
sun rinds on your lips.
Birthday flakes and all you get is a short allowance.
John Franklin Dandridge received his M.F.A. in Poetry from Columbia College Chicago. His chapbook of poems, Further Down Rd., was published in 2010 by Fast Geek Press. He has poems published in past or upcoming issues of Callaloo Journal, Cerurove, 12 Point Collective and Former People. Franklin lives and writes near the North Pond in Chicago.