MICHAEL SIKKEMA



from YOU’VE GOT A PRETTY HELLMOUTH


Maybe some sex at death lake
to amplify the bright spots?
And hey, nice mosquito skull sketch
Way to keep the insides exposed
and thanks for yelling
“run” all the time



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We all knew you’d be safer in
the burning barn so you swamped
that old Galaxie, fell into floorboard
ferns and a hatchet, a peek-hole
and a peekaboo choking scene



*



On one hand what’s left
of my other hand, on my face
your last useful teeth. We
were just trying
to relax at the cabin
45 acres of ancient evil and
some antlers, so those
misused farm tools are
cursed now
Welcome to the fam



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You step into the flooded
basement, wish
for claws then gills, stumble
out of the bushes into
the ghost train’s path, open
the cupboard door to some
full on Bible sex, follow
the goat farmer into
the cave to count stars



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O skinned knees and a lollipop
these fucks Lolita-up a 25
year old topless
dancer, put your eyes all over
anything else like when
we were in town then
stuck behind a flock of black-eyed
children, rubbing their
crotches on everything, all wearing
identical t-shirts. We got close
enough to read
“presexual” in comic sans



*



It didn’t take long
to discover that
the only doctor in town kept
everyone just sick enough
the only priest sticks
close to the floor drain
Everyone knows
more than they let on, except
for you, you’re
the opposite



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Anyone wearing waders finds
a baby a body a body part in
the first five minutes big
strong men they always fall exactly
backwards all eyeballs raspy



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I mean I was in mom
group then
blood and shit and my husband
everywhere. Chances are
we’ll kill
the beast by blowing up
a tractor then make out



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I saw the tibia flute that you
sent and didn’t bat
a lash. The sorcerer though
put a story in my head where
one owl carried my eye to
a beehive, one carried my
eye to an anthill
and I was swept back into
the mixing
bowl part of my brain where
I don’t
even remember how many
times I’ve fired this gun







Michael Sikkema wonders what you know about sky burials. He has written chapbooks and books which you can learn about via internet search engines. He enjoys correspondence at Michael.Sikkema@gmail.com. A portion of these poems previously appeared in Dusie.