K. Silem Mohammad
Two Poems
Scottish Hollywood
we were working near some molten metal one day
and a crude image of a coiled cobra with a swollen hood showed upperhaps mens’ undergarments liquified air
to cut a silhouette of a gunthey’ll find it burnt and full of little chunks
of giant spooky serversbig flames shooting up off the scoop of my hissy fit
stolen Sherlock annually to go it’s tightget in where you made myself
the ugly metal doll obeyed mindlesslya priceless Da Vinci thing gets stolen from Scottish Hollywood
like have you ever stolen anything dudeyou swear that your cat has stolen your pager
the best thing about it is that I don’t get a recording contract“Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came”
“I wonder what happened to him”a seldom nameless stoic Red Riding Hood cookie jar
before the Red Riding Hood color pagessome unsubstantiated formalist Red Riding Hood point of view
and another psychotic Red Riding Hood pussy cocksometimes another paternal undertaker near Anna Nicole Smith
whatever it takes to press a potato into the metal basewhen most people fall out of heavy metal
they say nothing but rusted piles of doll clothes had killed a man
Train
Whitney Houston’s ploughing
breaking ground for the spring
her fantasy is a bunny bleeding to death
she knew it would take some time swinging in her ropes
“I’m gonna rip off your brassiere”I love all kinds of stuff
fascinating stuff that happens all the time
like when somebody in your family is near death
and they come back to life
as the greatest glam rock album of all timeI don’t understand men who can’t make love
I had been this unglamorous petty criminal
and had been sentenced to death
being naughty turned me on and scared me
you introduced me to one of your pieces of metalfamily life is well balanced
and I love my dad who thinks he’s Amish
how I love to lay a finger between his knuckles
and what do you do with your brassiere
if you’re living on a train