← v9n2, Fall 2010Poetry · Volume 9, Number 2
Ochre xvi
The Polaroid accordions open in the doctor’s hands.
His labcoat gleams. Within the dark of the Faraday Cage,
Serios sits & sways, seriously stoned
On a hipflask lunch of Crow.
Gone are the shakes
& he’s free to concentrate. The next room over,
Doctor Hurry in repose before an empty wall—
He clicks the camera toggle down, a whir
As the photo spits out.
A month of trials
Leading to a thousand photographs of “mental labor”—
An aerial view of the Denver Hilton, a pillbox
Hat à la Jackie, an iron, a toaster, a blue Corvair,
A Kit Kat bar. Ekphrasis so prosaic
It can’t be faked. The Shaman Self spit out to the air
Of the Mile High City.
On extended boozy wings, it hovers.
