I Did This to My Vocabulary

By Michael Robbins Michael Robbins Read the Q & A
The moon is my alibi. My tenders throw hissy fits.
My scalp’s at the foot of the precipice.
My lume is spento, there’s a creep in my cellar.
You can stand under my umbrella, Ella.

Who put pubic hair on my headphones?
Who put the ram in Ramallah?
I’m just sitting here spinning my spinning wheels—
where are the snow tires of tomorrow?

The llama is burning! My heart is an ovary!
Let’s chase dawn’s tail across state lines,
sing “Crimson and Clover” over and overy,
till wonders are taken for road signs.

My fish, fast and loose, shoot fish in a kettle.
The boys like the girls who like heavy metal.
On Sabbath, on Slayer, on Maiden and Venom,
on Motörhead, Leppard, and Zeppelin, and Mayhem . . .

Source: Poetry (December 2010).

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This poem originally appeared in the December 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

December 2010
 Michael  Robbins

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Michael Robbins is the author of Alien vs. Predator (Penguin, 2012). His poems have appeared in the New Yorker, PoetryHarper'sBoston Review, and elsewhere. His essays and reviews appear in London Review of Books, the New York Observer, the Chicago Tribune, and several other publications; his music reviews in Spin, the Village Voice, and The Daily. He is currently at work on a critical book, Equipment for Living (forthcoming . . .

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