My ice skates are two luster stumps my cheeks are wheels on talk my tongue is the lit wick lacquer whistling the teeth right off those cars wait for me stoplight I’ve got something to tell you as I skid underneath the cold white clouds and hope someone’s vague faded mirror is some sort of memory detour for me to find my way back to all those places that I go to in my sleep watch out for oil shadows they are permanent travel veins that pen and ink find on curdled paper those billboards blow birds up just standing there yelling at the eyes to get over there and get distracted so shopping malls can find you and take advantage of your idea to have a good day.
This poem is a collaboration with William Burroughs’ “Cold Lost Marbles.”The parts
of the poem that I have collaborated with are in italics.
