ballad of oilcan blues

oilcan receives transmissions / bluefin bulletins from fungi fishtown / ska+rock steady on the 45 / blam blam fever+phoenix city+wrong emboyo / oilcan loves the blam blam blam / loves when old time hoods call each other you dirty this+that / oilcan standing like a wet tree now / dreadnoughts gyring in his roiling mind / rusted spanners in the coiling works / creaking in his knees+a pop in his ankle when he steps just so 

an asteroid malady to his days now / he claws a day panegyric from his memory / silver bullet days with silver plated handguns cocked just so 

olicans oilfields full of insomniacs walking ovular laps around bottleneck tracks 

this is the ballad of oilcan blue / the bluest blewits head there ever was

What I’m Reading:

any body can read 
the threadbare clock 
its second hand proclamation 
succumbs to all twelve hours 

— Asiya Wadud / “number four”