Nut Meat

by

Doug Larson

The Walnut-Mart parking lot
sunshiney day
skye of bloo summerspring
illuminae
loud krack of thunder
a rent in the bloo
you lookit me
and I lookit you
-
Then Chicken Little
starts spouting around
with a scrap o’ the skye
she retrieved on the ground
as we stairclimb gaping
C.L. is thumped flat
by a clump of the heavens
bloo skye baseball bat
-
It’s reigning in nuggets
across the ass fault
as we run for our
racearound haulitabout
opine the hatch
(aunt Klymon inside)
onset up this wagon
contrive for a ride
-
A crack now elongates
horizon across
splitting wide open
as we gawk nonplussed
and I think I see
a vast eye and a mouth
opened wide with big sharkteeth
now sharp pointed south
-
The ground is fliptipping
and things start to fall
odd angle trajectories
torque me appalled
I’m driving my haulitabout
up a hill
that a moment ago
had an incline of nil
-
Now this racearound haulitabout
just won’t go
and starts to slip backwards
aunt Klymon yells "No!"
people are falling
now down to the skye
gravity’s backwards
I want to know, why?
-
Everything’s falling
towards the grand maw
with it’s great winking eye
and it’s black snapping jaw
and a thought passes through me
a flash blinds my eyes
it’s my life passing swiftly
is this my demise?
-
And as we were falling
into the great gullet
(I’m kidding you not
keep your leg
I won’t pull it)
I suddenly realized
what was transpiring
it was holding that thought
that kept me from perspiring
-
The skye’s just a shell
circling us (like a turtle)
holding us tight and safe
like an old woman’s girdle
and this thing outside
that is eating our space
is in fact nothing more
than a Whatchamaface!
-
Now if I remember
Whatchamaface lore
if it’s happening now
then it’s happened before
and if he’s eating you
through a tear that he tore
then some stupid gnumbskull
left open the door!
-
If a door can be opened
then it can be closed
but where is the door?
Just the opener knows
Whoever left open the door
surely knows it
and we’d better find him
and force him to close it
-
Before I could finish
my reasoning thoughts
a flash blinded me
and I saw colored spots
and then a great tongue
snaked out from a great crater
encircled my auntie Klymon
and he ate her!
-
Then something happened
I hadn’t expected
the sky did a flip flop
and we genuflected
floating down gently
on our bended knees
like a farthingbird feather
in light summer’s breeze
-
It set us down gently
upon a green pasture
as cows floated down
with a farmer’s red tractor
and chunks of the skye
flew up high back in place
as a mile-wide smile
now grew on my face
-
Like sudden dawn light
a thought entered my head
as I deep-fathomed now
why we were not all dead
and I instantly got
what I hadn’t before
it was my auntie Klymon
that opined the door.

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