photo shoot


so incredibly starved
for attention
he sits
on the wooden
rails of the bridge
staring up
toward the house
like he is posing
for a photo shoot

one
where the photographer
is always
the sun

the unveiling eye
of the holler

but he knows full well
he upsets the dogs
by posing there
like a degraded Gable

but there he is
anyway

shirtless
skeletal
bronze

brain waves
like a game
of pong
cluck
cluck
cluck
cluck
Paul Mall’s
staining his fingers

the sound of four
wheelers
whizzing by

as if there is ever
some place
to be
urgently
here in

this beautiful inferno