Wanda Bat, image by Irene Koronas
THE MOTELY JIBBER
Wanda Bat
barrels maniacally
Down Jacob
Marley Road
Blind to
the madwoman
She shall
surely become -
Jah Luna
rides shotgun
Training
the sights
Of a Sistine
Chapel Ninety-two gauge
Choked
shotgun
Quivering
the pavements -
Gun metal
Turns
to soup
wherein
Bullets
bob and thrash
With
nonviolent action propaganda -
In a
meadow the Jah
Fingers
bleed bisque blood
To a
granite counter rattling
Beneath his
blistered fist
Lifting
stone dust off
The
soapstone -
The clouds
levitate
In
trickster world
Where Jah
simply floats
In
stillness
The
buoyancy sinking
As if
suspended
In
emptiness
Tethered
to tremendous
Weightlessness
Pinned
down by downy plumes
Weighing
no less
Than enamorment
-
In silken
pockets
Luna
ceases
His silver
stride
In stop
motion
A
stagnance of stone
Grows tall
Where he
used
To stand
FOR A FISTFUL OF WANDAS
Gaze into
muddy
Brook
water
To witness
Wandas
Pale park
Luminograms
-
They side
step and swish
Sachet and
do-si-do
Ascend
rotting
Trestles
and collapse
Amid
desperate minks
Throttled
By moon
drift constancy -
An eagle
dives
At maman
Crying out
in curdling horror
The
lithium drawls
Through
her third eye
Multi-novas
bloom
A cone
shaped
Hieronymus
Into
perfection devils
With right
view -
Yet any
point of view
Of the
great maman
Rocking in
her hand
Hewn chair
By the
open window
Shall
suffice -
She
gobbles through cataracts
She sees
all
Albeit
fuzzy
And impressionistic
-
She wails
On the
omnibus dada man
As he
drags
His umber
tail
Through a
primordial pool -
She sees
you cheat
On your
taxes
And the
way you nervously
Glance
around the room
To make
sure
No one is
watching -
You best
fall
To your
knees
And howl
the entire span
From
opioid to Rigel -
You’re a
monster
Wanda
lumens
For you
any world
Shall
suffice
Such as
pissants
Or whoop
ass
Abstraction
WANDA BAT
Shame
Wanda bat
Shame
Your
streaky
Gardens of
grail
Blither
naked
Through
Marvin city
With
turquois milk
Blistering
A bare
treason
Wherein
red aliens
Welcome
Their
hostage
Mistresses
With
gorging Madge
In tow -
Shame
Wanda bat
shame
You
channel chamois
All
roughed up
And petted
the wrong way
Causing
Titanian
Poodles
To bark incessantly
While you
levitate
As Buck
Rogers
Might with
a rocket
Backpack
Ascending
too high
And
slamming
Down into
the mull
Of the
tide
Your
secret
Meth lab
Revealed
To throngs
Of
mourners
Through a
gaping
Hole in
the wall -
You
elevate Hister
And spread
glancing
Off the
plasticine
Pedestrians
-
Shame
Wanda bat shame
You skip
through the threshold
Jangling
mandalas at Mara
The kind
your kin
Might
procure
Illegally
in the Caledonian
Dusk with
a volume of frankincense -
Mara
descends into the clean port
On a
provolone trapeze strung
With
watermelon gut
On a
single strand
Of Wanda’s
Long bat Hair
—Tyler
Pruett
