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help me haul this night dedicated to patrick porter help me haul the night even if its empty counters are made of butter and its hallways crawl with cowardly ink even if our hands are like winter chicken feet and we have to turn all the store signs upside-down just to spell our names correctly as we walk through town filling fountains with prophecies vague enough to come true help me haul the whole night because the windshield is covered with lazy pigeons and there's newspaper ink in their pale feces staircases covered with plain sleep that prevents me from the higher floors elevators like shoes kicked off by gods basement holding slimming legs held open by lightbulbs refrigerators making a mockery of coffins chalk light soaking in motor oil as the dryness of labeled streets is murdered by bursting pipes or maybe i had a friend with a needle or a kindly gun walking toward my bedroom with more than one shamed body my life hating everything calm as the clock blares the newscast that has been the same since my birth as neighbors snicker falsely in their sleep at each other's deadly lottery numbers help me haul the whole godfucking night find a song to wrap all the city-reaching bridges in tidal waves of erroneous concrete the long walks that always lead to the same rubbery plateau flat landscape covered with unused plates in unopened cabinets instead of the god with hair longer than a church service who you wanted to leap from a tree that her feet set on fire help me haul this night that makes fun of all shovels and leaves icepicks at the bottom of public-property lakes no less deep because each little wave is a dollar no less acidic because our footsteps laugh at gravel pebbles that would be knives if they could and my sad hat filled with piano teeth that i am traveling to replace somebody pull a chair up to the legless table for me and i'll cough you a story that may seem funny because it's young but pounds the table with fists that defy the quiet smells of cedar and sanitized metals made to hold in a hand that doesn't think to stab a hand that will haul the whole night. be with me in the gutted piano before every dawn with me in the teeth taken from an animal too large to live that we will never meet, but haul the whole reversed night.
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