4 by george mckim
super sunny day with ghost
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
meaning non-yellowing, teflon or
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
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.