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Still Life: Justin With Ponys (from
Afterspace)
j.r. pearson
Your Ponys are new, you sit
on the curb, face muddy, your strength,
those jeans, you say why don't
ya stick up for yourself and you say
ya oughtta like oughtta is a word
you should say. You sit on the curb
knees buckled, leaves running
the river autumn into the grate nearby
and you say why don't ya stick up
for yourself, ya oughtta ya know,
like it's something to say.
It burns how bad I want those Ponys.
You don't know how to look
at a person. Eyes left. Eyes right.
You have ideas like dreams, like how
to start a band where only the drummer sings.
I want to joke with the jokes that you make.
Your watch is broken. You snapped it on
this morning then broke it on his jaw.
You say He couldda been bigger or
I wish there was two of em' that's what you say.
Those could be the coolest Ponys
I've ever seen. I have never seen shoes so cool.
You get up. That easy look in your eye. Running
your fingers over the chain-link like nothing
has ever been so easy. Your walk.
Your hair. The late light.
(c) 2007 by J.R. Pearson