VT:  Scott Stoller

I stuck a rose between my teeth and had a laugh.  

        -- D.A. Bejar

When the shadows arrive

at your clapboards of pine,

those salted, fallow fields,

winds rattling through rafters,

doors flapping on hinges,

your gutters dry of rain,

in pants cinched 'round the waist,

and enshrouded by quilts,

with hounds stuffed and

mounted on a wall…

it will really be sweet you can

gap your own spark plugs.