Alan Britt’s most recent poem to appear here was Flashback (September 2012).

Last Call
By Alan Britt

Green hooves coffee grounds lemon bulldozers black
ambulance in the garden with clouds & troubadours
multiplying like wild hippos in Columbia swamps like
torsos gone viral in the fog crouched over Formica desk
top titanium trimmed eyeglasses earth mover groaning
through the Amazon crawling from college campuses &
beeping like a zebra finch while backing slowly into the
ether of jaguar’s brass teeth into the stone of lies into the
deception of jewels into skin peeling from academic
knuckles below a watchband creased lizard &/or crocodile
sweating follicles blue grey mink with octopi tentacles
washed upon the shores of dementia on the shores of
Jersey caninos on the shores of jetliners from Bahamas
heading for Fort Knox heading for Home Depot heading
for the earth mover backing through smoke & knuckles &
salt-rimmed lime with tequila dancing men & women naked
through the flames green flames yellow fronds & red
swords dancing through the flames hiking hemlines to
cover the terror on the horizon blue ice white water
flowing between shoulder blades dissecting the spine
vertebrae by vertebrae breath by breath heart thump by
thump until until until until the sky unfolds wrinkled pages
of the Old Testament across a fresh grave.