4 by george mckim

super sunny day with ghost

anechoic chamber


is it still chic to say Bauhaus?
because I left my hair on the steep grade. this morning 
before entering the anechoic chamber
I painted a backwards sky 
remove your hair because
brain surgery, 
the an-echoic 
meaning non-yellowing, teflon or 
tuna-free 

in a room designed to completely 
absorb meteors and x-ray bullets
the only sound 

bees drilling holes in the darkness

the mall of america


last night in the forest
in the Fauvist trees
aliens carved a poem 
in the purple cypress. a frayed song

in the air a grave for the light
drag a comb through the Cubist trees
, am I right?

remember how last night, in the fauvist snow, 
james wright crashed my car and the sky 
cracked in half and we could see the all the wires 
and the mother ship landed and we all got naked 
and swam with the aliens in a lake of fire? 

remember how last night
in the mall of america 
ludwig kirchner crashed my car 
may I present: 

frank sinatr uh, a fauvist.




SkyMall haiku #10


behaving badly
in your Star Trek pajamas
she’ll love your sad music

GEORGE McKIM has an MFA in Painting. His poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Dear Sirs, Shampoo, Diagram, Found Poetry Review, elimae, Ditch, Cricket Online Review, Otoliths, and others. His chapbook Found & Lost is forthcoming from Silver Birch Press later this year. Find him at  gmckim.tumblr.com  and georgemckim.com.