← v9n2, Fall 2010
Poetry · 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.