Desolation Devi/l *
Nose Mountain Fire Tower-- transitory torturer of a thousand
disguises (really i wish you’d make up your mind)--
you are a nomadic tick on my tush, you are supreme
outhouse boredom, sitting on your chameleon throne,
above, endless blue webbed sites, below, rug of cumuli,
everyone and everything buried in your grave vapors.
Hey, Nose Mountain Fire Tower, i am your captive
audience--lunatic victim of your postmodern horror show.
In the tower while watching clouds mutate, you send a fine mist
of flying crayfish, terrible hovering harbingers of things
to come. You force me to perform musical chairs,
opening closing a cage of windows. You tinkle
on my books when i’m not looking, then
the electric chair.
Hey, Shocking Nose Mountain Fire Tower, what’s that tingling
on top of my head? You flick spark after spark of lightning
bolts my way--you’re a primitive chain smoker, i’m
not your flint. That zapping sparky crackling shit
freaks me out--one of these days you’re gonna make me jump.
Murderous Mountain Fire Tower, do you know, can you
conceive how much paper work all that lightning generates?
Gleaming Nose Mountain Fire Tower, you know
everything, when i try to escape your torture chamber
you blast me with your wicked breath, a gale force of one
hundred klicks per hour, those rattling winds you send to
shake me up, up in the red and white fiberglass nest.
i open the tower cupola trap door, you drop it on my head
as i grab the grounded iron ladder in my underwear.
You stimulate the winds, Never fear, i hear you howl,
hypothermia is here, you drop 20 degrees cause
you really like dead blue legs, don’t you?
Vulgar Nose Mountain Fire Tower, descending the ladder,
your halitosis smothers me, bombing me in a screaming barf
of hail, i can no longer hear the whisper of elves. On the ground,
you think i’ll slip on those icy ball bearings where once grew grass
and suffocate--a Cindy Sherman photo of death. And you puke on my
vegetable beds, you try to starve me, you know i can take only
so much shriveled morels and fireweed.
Flamboyant Nose Mountain Fire Tower, after a pinball
of purple storms, you not only send me one fucking rain-
bow but two. Seductress of my heightened senses,
you shred me to pieces, i’m just another slow chew
but you want more of me so send in the damn fog,
three long days of obscurity--driving me to the depths
of third degree chocoholism, though cookies resist rising
at your hedonistic heights.
Nose Mountain Fire Tower, spawn of some superspecies
of blood-sucking arachnids, ten pounds later, i waddle
to the outhouse hunched in menstrual huddle (provoked
by your yarrow tea), harangued by a bloodied hare shrieking--
a weasel’s brunch. Everyday a novel sound--i’ve had it.
Stepping over a second hare headless on the boardwalk,
keep it to yourself, in the bush.
Oh, Nose Mountain Fire Tower, you amorous annihilator--
you send shimmering mountain bluebirds, friendly pink bohemian
waxwings that cause my binoculars to drop--my falling black eyes--
my bruised i--you want my job--you want everything.
On my birthday, you send a swarm of noisy barn swallows,
feathered bombers to make my day your day.You take everything.
Then you send a cow moose near the nettles,
send her to kick my brains out. Yeah and thanks
for the hornets nest in the weather station, shrieking baby
bunnies are not enough for your hungry infliction.
Slimy Nose Mountain Fire Tower, after dreaming of sex,
i wander among a minefield of tracks, murky monsters in the night.
Your ravens tramping on the roof sound like gargoyles and you,
disguised as a wandering bear, want to devour my friend’s
cat. And thanks for the white guys you send for entertainment.
i yell hello, they leap into the bush like wolves do.
i hope you die laughing. And when i’m naked with mosquitoes,
taking a solar shower, you send drunk loggers,
knowing i want treehuggers.
Oh, Heartless Nose Mountain Fire Tower, shame on you
and your obnoxious abstinence--no visitors, nothing for
four days, then a family of bears--how close can i get--a Russian
roulette of tag--you make me forget my name.
Nose Mountain Fire Tower, what do you fucking want
from me. i’m seducing someone under your summer night
and you outshine me with your whips of northern lights.
That’s it--you really want to fuck me--fuck the brains out
of me and eat them--i know--i’d die a thousand ecstatic
orgies with you--yeah, i really wanna do it with you babe--
Did you hear that Ranger Bob? --10-4 everthing’s just fine --
up here on plain old Nose Mountain Fire Tower.
* Devi: Hindi for goddess