Maurice Oliver

But Mostly, Simple Precautions

She decides to take the path etched along faraway.

With a wash of sequoias eclipsing two seasons. A
configuration that doubles as wet leaves. Pine cones
wishing they were not so useless. Rays of sunlight
streaming in through plastic strays. Black birds. Noisy
toads. A field plowed with its own aqueous spirit abounding...

while wondering if she has enough provisions to last ...
and leeches willing to hook a ride for free.

Or just a good tumble in tall grass.
Dog hair on the car seat.
Approaching headlights scented with cinnamon.
Exhaust fumes that put us in touch with sentimentality.

Or it could just as easily turn out to be four-fifteen with
Bangkok leaning on a bar's counter in a seductive
halter-top and the 12-steps to priesthood in its purse.
Then later, the bar stools all become daddy-longlegs.


Accompanied By Heel Spurs

A roll of red carpet waiting for the applause.
The way a penitentiary road always dead-ends.
Bison is one example. Heel spurs are another.
Wallpaper, "keeping it real".
Hump-back gargoyles.
Smoking guns.
The way any child can grow-up to be urban blight.
Ringtones that provide sexual pleasure.
Spools of matrix that use only code-names.
Or perhaps with a village on every floor.
All because she mistrust shoehorns.


I'll Let You Decide

Once unpacked it can be used in any number of various ways:

-As a first class seat on an express train to Paris.

-As a polka-dot blouse floating down a red river.

-As the utter beauty that is an onion behind the skin.

-As an umbrella sturdy enough to be showered by gravel.

-As ashes that lets dust know who's the boss.

-As a cat lucky enough to have ten lives.

-As handlebars of the first-ever bicycle.

-As a reflecting pool surrounded by naked goddesses.

-As the original instruction manual for the Twist.

-As a hill born and breed to recognize only other hills.

-As a wave that can mean either hello or good-bye.


Or The God Who Plunders Saltworks

Sleep that can be taught how to curtsy.

The alternative story appears in pictures of sun
on a lake of still water and includes a disclaimer.
Some sunbathers from the gravel pit stop for lunch.
"I'll rearrange your furniture if you give me an all-day
admission pass", he says, hoping her birthmark is
merely a quiet animal. " Sometimes the shapes &
sizes can vary from a mustache to lead pipe," she
replies, just before her barbershop closes. And
over the years a trumpet becomes more & more
vague...

bringing buckets of ice water by day...
& a fox loose in the chicken coupe by night.

A list of ways to threat hysteria.
Mental illnesses that are mistaken for scrap-metal...

always in a straight line the trees the cars the traffic...
& the way most taxidermists always seem to look so stiff.

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