Aaron Anstett
Actionable
Scabrous, jackass Anstett slanders
non-stop, heckles the very air, badmouths,
bleeps the bleeping unprintable
expletive deleted what-all, blasphemes,
cowering, in “Ein jeder Engel ist shrecklich”
T-shirt, dreaming empty bottle
in ditch’s hollow, frost across it astral,
fractal, cocoon inside it cloudy, fetal,
then uses these words in a sentence:
“Holy Ghost get-up again this year, all be-all
end-all, four-faced as Revelations, last chapter
tell-all, to get the good candy tossed in my sack,
then disappear with hair dyed some off-brand
color: Rain-Wet Asphalt or Pigeon Flutter.”
Actionable
Scabrous, jackass Anstett slanders
non-stop, heckles the very air, badmouths,
bleeps the bleeping unprintable
expletive deleted what-all, blasphemes,
cowering, in “Ein jeder Engel ist shrecklich”
T-shirt, dreaming empty bottle
in ditch’s hollow, frost across it astral,
fractal, cocoon inside it cloudy, fetal,
then uses these words in a sentence:
“Holy Ghost get-up again this year, all be-all
end-all, four-faced as Revelations, last chapter
tell-all, to get the good candy tossed in my sack,
then disappear with hair dyed some off-brand
color: Rain-Wet Asphalt or Pigeon Flutter.”
Jittery Proclivities
“Um,” I splutter, suddenly flooded
with flabbergasting memories of mumbo-jumbo.
Some tranquil elsewhere, dust motes
constellate as days concatenate or shapely
vapors billow from flasks of violet, wavery liquid.
“Hiii-ya,” you cry and lacerate transparent air,
then posit infinite three-panel Sunday funnies,
who knows what murk lurking outside frames.
Remember those? Remember childhood?
And sunlight houseflies punctuated?
Aaron Anstett's fourth collection will be published in 2014. His poems recently appear in The Laurel Review, Paper Nautilus, and Zymbol, among others. He lives in Colorado with his wife, Lesley, and children.
