Anthony Madrid
BOARDED-UP SHOP
Boarded-up shop. It gets dark, then it rains.
The paint on a mallet’s not fated to last.
It was always coming and now it’s here.
Boarded-up shop. In Chicago it’s hot.
A bubble in the glue and a crease in the tape.
Don’t mingle germane and irrelevant.
Boarded-up shop and a six-leggèd rat.
Chattering robin jets into a tree.
The humiliated aren’t as receptive.
Boarded-up shop. Dangle the car.
The dripping slush’ll slide off in one piece.
If you say it’s obvious, it’s never.
Boarded-up shop. It’s May before June.
Shaming your students to teach ’em a lesson:
They learn something, not the lesson.
Boarded-up shop. Beer bottle sweats.
Curtains get sucked up against the screen.
If it’s not your job, then whose is it.
Boarded-up shop. Scissor the top:
A pound of coffee in a metal bag.
They don’t care about the minds of their enemies.
Boarded-up shop. Little walk in the rain.
Softcover book with thick plastic pages:
Resisting concession to nuance.
Boarded-up shop. The buzzer goes off.
The driers emitting a droning B flat.
Hello, officer handing out tickets.
Boarded-up shop. How dare you not know.
It was always coming and now it’s here.
She always “knows what she saw.”
Boarded-up shop. Clouds rolling in.
Wind makes the leaves all point the same way.
No need for an investigation.
Boarded-up shop. Severe terror rain.
We’re all on the shoulder, hazards going.
Doesn’t matter what anyone meant.
Boarded-up shop. Kick the lights and lock up.
Rolling seascape in every direction.
Horizon with green and black waves.