bad abstract painting
Rob McLennan

mark under collarbone, between
two breasts

were this an abstract, of paint
or yellow pants
 
i actually ate before i met you,
i said
 
would any of this fit w/ consequence, con
sequential
 
a physical description
 
is this all / insatiable
 
or perverse, an affair
of the mind
 
pure emotion
 
the tallest buildings have trees
on the periphery
 
do the "eyes" even have it
 
waiting to sing someone elses song
badly
 
to sing

lifeguards in the rain
Rob McClennan

reflecting blue light, the front
of skintight suits
 
& sparkle along the calm
 
wear sunglasses against, &
small hats, splash
 
the wading pool, like yellow ducks
to clear
 
a bucket of chemical, & lines
of children, waiting
 
for their time, patiently
or not
 
they wait
 
& look out, the best part
of summer, slight rain & such
 
in their eyes,

wasting away

marin county reverb
Rob McClennan

(after Brockwell)
 
being on receiving end,
tomato sunrise
 
back up the rental car
or turn around
 
electronic displays,
or three cornerd hat
 
bandage on the bridge
of doris days nose
 
printing this as negative
to a line of bees

: the smallest poem