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Gordon Fraser

LoJack me love 

LoJack me love.

It’s the only

way if I get

into a car,

drive to Ash Fork

change my name to

Jack Ford or Love,

just call me Love.

I’ll get a job

selling Hondas

Love’ll get you

a deal, I’ll smile

and they’ll buy it

pay more for Lo

Jack’ll get you

a deal, I’ll say

when you show up

in the cruiser

and say it ain’t

that easy and

I’ll tell you call

me Love and you’ll

say bull and use

my name and we’ll

get another

six months of Love

before I go

again.

 

Like a staple gun to the face 

I love you so much I want to fasten our lips together with a pneumatic staple gun.

Something about the fastening would bring us together, not just hold us together—

the balloon-bursting sound of a three-quarter inch brad cutting through the flesh of our lips,

the shared adversity. 

And when we scream and curse and pull and cry ’cause two aren’t meant to be one flesh,

I know we’ll tear and bleed and rip, but I’ll be tennoned fast to the mortise of your mouth

just like that boxwood frame I built (whose parts, to this day, haven’t felt the least betrayed

by one another).  

And when we sweat-soaked pant on bloodied Berber just like two raw-fleshed lovers spent,

we’ll listen silent to the steady pumps flushing blood from our pair of open-mouth wounds.

And you’ll hate me and I’ll hate you back but who cares when we lose consciousness and

nothing’s left but flesh?

 

Taxidermy your neighbor’s pets and children 

… next decide between conventional and

solution-based mounting (jarred or posed)

solution-based would make a lawn display

awkward it’s really meant for squid which can’t

be gutted with a scalpel or sharp knife

remove their skin when overcome with grief

and horror remember they were born in

an open grave remember too they are

immortal now better than you who I

notice is heavier but no smells like

old folks yet. mint? fine. dip the carcass in

Plaster of Paris to make a mold this

is typically when I remind people

not to cook the meat because they are sick

or dumb use next the fiberglass mold I

can make here for a fee sew the skin to

the mold, adding marble eyes and the teeth

can be removed with pliers finally

position the children joyously there

throwing a Frisbee to the family dog

and you’ve cheated God which is always a

tradeoff but what isn’t and there’ll be

less noise. 

      T. Hall

      lived on

      city road

      look it

      up he

      was a

      Curious Observer of Natural Phenomena

      or at

      least the

      No. 1 Artist in Europe

      toucans

      he made

      still live

      and so

      do his

      lizards

    he however died 

I’m sitting when she calls so she doesn’t

have to say sit down when she says sit down

Isabella died  who’s Isabella

her child I don’t offer to preserve it

that would be crass

impractical

jarred might work in

solution just

might be nice to

have 

      there’s a baby in the jar 

Maggie was gorgeous as Frances Stuart

who disfigured by smallpox

1669

was smokin’ hot before her parrot was

preserved wrong when she died in

1702

its skull trachea tongue are intact it

can’t speak for shit but who cares

when it still “survives” 

          bad tee shirt ideas:

            307 Years Young!

                I’m with smallpox

            there’s a baby in the jar? 

Maggs thought

she was

pregnant

with me

by me

I mean

but she

was just

young and

frightened

like me

and that

was years

ago

when she

called my

Escort 

      Isabella 

when it broke down

come on little

Isabella

coughing as the

timing belt skips

on route 3 and

she didn’t mean to

      curse the name 

          incidentally, the car didn’t make it either 

      She married what’s-his-face Charles Stuart Third

      Duke of Richmond

              no the other She is

married to a guy named Chuck or Bobby

or something that makes you think of townies

and jarred infants growing up to be jarred

toddlers three-hundred-and-seven-years-young

Chuck wanted to open a business

I told him look on city road he said

no such road I told him I’ve fucked his wife

not really but the thought reached my trachea

which is still intact 

          more tee shirt ideas:

            I’d rather be jarred

            I’d rather be taxidermying 

we’d talk about lawn ornaments when her

dad set them out front

I really hate those tacky things she’d say

all they do is look

stupid corpses I’d tell her would get some

attention you’re sick

she’d say and trachea-laugh tongue intact

as well as her skull 

the hardest

part’s sitting

listening

to small kids

Frisbee chuck

next lawn over

back-and-forth

with their dumb

dog, she says

as I am

still sitting

when she calls

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