Elizabeth Treadwell

 

3 from Virginia or the mud-flap girl


[the spiderbug game]

the spiderbug game

the immense mop of bandaids
astride the playyard gate

wax, batting, plastic, glue
leaves, sand, & woodcrumb

the parentless, the time out
in shoulderstand

in greeny glasschip, the antimicrobial
paper junkhouse

this crueltytown,
a country warside
our study of Irish daisies

in the dogwood pine,
sap green permanent,
some fine-packed thing

& this crowd
of play-men

~*~

 

[The Blue]

The Blue

the disrobed omniverse
marking her spot

the mismarked omniverse
claiming her robes

the misruled, mismatched universe
turns heel on another century
of man's figures & fugues


still in our meadowsheets
we sleep & love & make

fret our cloudy space house


meeting the rustling stranger city
these chariots pulling the suns round our heads

~*~


[from the crowngirl in shed 20]

from the crowngirl in shed 20

when sweeter hearts prevail

eating shit patties

not so obvious a legend

buried in logic

grasping at straws

in our taskmask,
crown girl

Entertown: circus stool, clown mama, the royal jelly

in the protection groves

the curled lip of the ensoul
 

~*~

 

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