Ancient Handiwork of Mine
—Poems and Photos by Robert Lee Haycock, Antioch
BLOODTHIRSTY
The cat-eyed bartender
Brings us bowl after
Bloody bowl adding
His tip up in his head
We'll skip out without
Paying our tab but
There the mountains are
Holding the desert back
They don't seem to
Care for us at all
The cat-eyed bartender
Brings us bowl after
Bloody bowl adding
His tip up in his head
We'll skip out without
Paying our tab but
There the mountains are
Holding the desert back
They don't seem to
Care for us at all
Running Errands
HIT MY MARK
In the wings
Dust
Light follows me
My words
Taken by the wind
You lie
Your chest laid open
Why on earth
Are you here?
From Oak Town
LIGHT AND SOUND
toolbox full of smoke
under the bed my dead
old friends had better leave
our house emptied before
rising seas start knocking
at the door a pile of letters
I must address the child
we saw upon this beach
moving the stars sing
a new taste for the roads
keep changing but how
can they stop us
Being Preached To By My Kid
THE HAPPY WANDERER
Rifling the desk drawers
Not a jelly bean to be found
Chairs bolted to the floor of the truck
Warehouse full of ghosts
Broth of reindeer hide
They dip their cups and sip
Spit it out into the pot
Dip their cups again
Growing stain on the left knee of my denims
Where the hell is that orange roof?
Arm pinned behind his back
No one wants their car washed
Dim sum and Russian hymns
Explosions not so far away
Hide your bike in the tall grass
We'll sit in the swings and drink tequila
Daydream
SINDIBAD
Her feet were oozing into my hands
Too many miles from here to then
Chartreuse on the tips of tongues
I could not teach the bones
Turning in the churchyard
How to sail for Serendib
Without an ill wind
Catch Me Now I'm Falling
TELEGRAM FROM PATMOS
Our books had all rusted
Become piles of numbers
Stars shone in the daytime
Planets laughed and ran away
Pillars of meat stood
In every doorway
Nothing to rely on
But the harpies' stink
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Today's LittleNip:
ITINERARY
By then there was nothing left
Of our spines but nails and
Scraps of wood
We had all the candy we could
Want with our maps spread
Out on the dash
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—Medusa
Our Favorite Haunt
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