Monthly Archives: March 2013

camo whacky

Posted on March 26, 2013 by troysherdahl

tacky Jackie is all camo whacky   is fighting fabric fabulous? or olive drab, a mottled mess? this hunter man in field dress grassy tan, all fragrantless— let’s shoot a deer or go to the theater   cap and shirt and vest and pants jacket … Continue reading →

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the gods must be baking

Posted on March 22, 2013 by troysherdahl

the gods must be baking ’cause they’re sifting icing sugar down on St. Albert town’s bundt cakes of blanco so let’s grab a slice of the lumen ice micro our mega dessert, so white   marshmallow puffs white power tufts of … Continue reading →

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her nape

Posted on March 18, 2013 by troysherdahl

I nuzzle her nape fragrant butter skin safety and sigh the spoon sleep

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at the monster motor ball

Posted on March 15, 2013 by troysherdahl

Frank N. Stein pats down his flat top with pomade takes the battery cables off his neck bolts and licks his green lips he feels blown like his shoebox Ford— Mr. Tiki smiles all wooden he’s bustin’ out of his … Continue reading →

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my maverick

Posted on March 14, 2013 by troysherdahl

we met at a roadside rodeo he was the runt with a trick and we crossed the rangelands together—   my maverick was a one kick pony shimmering in an aqua-marine skin my maverick had no guts, or glory his white pin-stripes galloped … Continue reading →

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Big Chuck Buk

Posted on March 11, 2013 by troysherdahl

Big Chuck Buk is at The Drake he’s supposed to read some poems he’s drinking beers and smoking anti-social maybe he popped some pills to fortify for focus a buzz is the barometer of his bravado— the words came from … Continue reading →

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the urban alley vortex

Posted on March 8, 2013 by troysherdahl

in this spin city gritty near a dumpster downtown the graffiti walls gag   an entity of dusty air stirs papers, wrappers a plastic bag   floating, flying garbage a centrifuge of grime is V for vile   but he’s sure got … Continue reading →

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candy red drips

Posted on March 8, 2013 by troysherdahl

candy red drips off cherry lips of maraschino man-made buffed and polished to glow   contrasting curvy cream sheet metal dream light bounces in acrylic rainbows amplified, their liquid fender renderings appear bending the stratosphere   red-hot cinnamon hearts beat in spicy chests under … Continue reading →

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