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Recent Work By Rupert Wondolowski

 

 

Lines Composed Upon Awaking In James’ Apartment to a Long Disheveled Form on the Couch, Its Head Lolling over the Couch Arm Revealing a Glistening Wig of Curls That Had Me Reaching For My Scalpel Inside My Doctor’s Satchel

 

Shane and his cheeks are a big old karoake hashtag
He’s all like “I look like Kurt Vonnegut” and
I’m “No, no, you crashed my lemonade stand
with your jet ski
You’re a basketball hairdresser
Shampooing a wedding cake” 

The trail was nutty with buttercups and cardinals
When do you sit with your chin
Down to your knees, Mr. Moritz?
Spill.

Any minute now Tom Cruise is going to
Walk in and fire everybody.

I toot your bubbling fantastic
vibrating in the beer spill neon
Your dance tells me where the best flowers are.

 

 

 

 

Where The Road Peters Out Beyond the Old Sawmill

 

Lacking shoe
Gone disturbing
9 miles of Needmore

You know the vibes are right
When the balloons
Cling to the wall

Having cordial relationships
With wax figures
Drowsing in the oil flame light
Noses plopping in laps

Bic lighter and tank top
$2.95 Schlitz 6 

She sleeps like a
Washing machine spin cycle