Scott Abels
3 poems from Rambo Goes to Idaho
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Idaho, I challenge you to an orgy.
I just want you to know
that I am good at
bringing animals water consistently.
It is a sin
not to love life.
I was a wire coat-hanger
keeping the balance
of the mechanisms of a toilet together.
I was an arm
making a phone call.
This is going to be brutally
autobiographical:
sit on my face and say it:
the people to legislate
relevance by giving into
poetry’s temptation.
I could feel a question,
a good bridge for everyone,
coming on,
I saw it as a smile
incapable of simple declarative sentences,
and the answer was love.
Were these considerations
the god lost
that all dissolved to the daily
routines that govern poverty
with the last burst
of angel vs. ghost?
**
A copper bucket of hair gel
at the exact center of the city.
Everyone dipping their hands into it.
Boise was a solid offer.
Boise was all poems and welcomes.
Little beer, little beer,
a smaller glass,
and a good bridge for everyone.
What will it be like in winter?
I bought a block of cheese the shape of a bathtub.
A distinction without a difference.
Fuck metaphors for depth forever.
A hunch that happens before or after
sleep won't last.
**
I spoke to the goat
from Idaho City today
who said depression
is the inevitable consequence
of a life in the arts.
If you want to find me,
I am stirring my underwear in a bucket
to freshen it up.
Through a doorway
in the shape
of the profile of a pheasant
and into an awkward room.
Fuck the intersection of anything.
You know that part of a speech
where they say something is defined
by Webster’s dictionary as
whatever it is
and it becomes a slapstick shit-sandwich
with people watching it on the internet?
We’re totally going for it.
We’re having an orgy of two.
Don’t come by.
**
return to sawbuck 4.2
**
Originally from Nebraska, Scott Abels has an MFA from Boise State University. His poems can be found in print and online in Lungfull!, Sixth Finch, Action, Yes, Word for/Word, Spooky Boyfriend, BlazeVOX, Shampoo, Past Simple, No Tell Motel, and others. He currently lives and teaches on the coast of Oaxaca, Mexico, where he maintains a little web presence at http://scottabels.blogspot.com/
**
Idaho, I challenge you to an orgy.
I just want you to know
that I am good at
bringing animals water consistently.
It is a sin
not to love life.
I was a wire coat-hanger
keeping the balance
of the mechanisms of a toilet together.
I was an arm
making a phone call.
This is going to be brutally
autobiographical:
sit on my face and say it:
the people to legislate
relevance by giving into
poetry’s temptation.
I could feel a question,
a good bridge for everyone,
coming on,
I saw it as a smile
incapable of simple declarative sentences,
and the answer was love.
Were these considerations
the god lost
that all dissolved to the daily
routines that govern poverty
with the last burst
of angel vs. ghost?
**
A copper bucket of hair gel
at the exact center of the city.
Everyone dipping their hands into it.
Boise was a solid offer.
Boise was all poems and welcomes.
Little beer, little beer,
a smaller glass,
and a good bridge for everyone.
What will it be like in winter?
I bought a block of cheese the shape of a bathtub.
A distinction without a difference.
Fuck metaphors for depth forever.
A hunch that happens before or after
sleep won't last.
**
I spoke to the goat
from Idaho City today
who said depression
is the inevitable consequence
of a life in the arts.
If you want to find me,
I am stirring my underwear in a bucket
to freshen it up.
Through a doorway
in the shape
of the profile of a pheasant
and into an awkward room.
Fuck the intersection of anything.
You know that part of a speech
where they say something is defined
by Webster’s dictionary as
whatever it is
and it becomes a slapstick shit-sandwich
with people watching it on the internet?
We’re totally going for it.
We’re having an orgy of two.
Don’t come by.
**
return to sawbuck 4.2
**
Originally from Nebraska, Scott Abels has an MFA from Boise State University. His poems can be found in print and online in Lungfull!, Sixth Finch, Action, Yes, Word for/Word, Spooky Boyfriend, BlazeVOX, Shampoo, Past Simple, No Tell Motel, and others. He currently lives and teaches on the coast of Oaxaca, Mexico, where he maintains a little web presence at http://scottabels.blogspot.com/
Labels: 4.2, scott abels, summer 2010
