Imitation Entries Week 5

Entry 1: from Crows by Eric Smith
"The day can't black out/ the empty hours that are too much/ themselves, but in the ruckus/ of their flapping, we may find/ the hollow bones of our collapse."

In the ruckus of their hollow black outs, the hours
are too much. We find them collapsing like sand
castles and they find themselves guilty of too much
flapping and crying like babies- we can't help you.
We lock him for hours in the bathroom, find the blood
on his front leg where the bone sticks out, ring out
washcloths and regret, wipe off face with alcohol,
stare into those his eyes, black like he is in a room
with no light or love or mom because she left, turned
off the lights to save energy and so they would know
she wasn't coming home. He was a scarecrow and now
he is a pile of hay in the front yard, or bathroom,
i guess. He let them let him bite the dust.

Entry 2: from Various Readings of an Illegible Postcard by Christine Hume
"I sing or swing, Let's keep her dear!"

I sing or swing or put on my rings
laid inside hair ties on the vanity
or sometimes the bathroom sink, too
close to the toilet and hair dye but
near the hairbrush i keep forgetting
to use, abuse my toothbrush again
this morning like every other, wear
out bristles and whistle with the White
Album, songs without meaning or all
meaning, I'm still trying to figure out
how to get to the Glass Onion because
it sounds like a nice place to meet
Julia, my dear, let's keep it, that
periwinkle promise love gives or takes
or whatever it is we think we are doing.
I just want to know why this song always
skips but play it again, dear. I will sing
about how we were before when you spent
the night on my couch, all nights, most
nights spent awake until five or seven
or whenever the world we didn't like
would wake up and cook breakfast, our
midnight snack, i snatched you away
from the rest of the world because
they don't know our song and they don't know
anything. I will sing
to you and Ringo if he asks me to even
though he is my least favorite, like everyone
else i know or care to know- no matter
what they tell you i wrote it for you
and Green will always be your song.