Dax Bayard-Murray


IN MEMORIAM, RUSSELL JONES, THE O.D.B., 1970-2004
If a brick didn’t know how to sit on walls no mo’, what would you aks it?


If a yellow wing fell from the roof but no canary…
If a bullet miss me and go home to watch cable…
If a bottle of Olde English could recite Beowulf fables…
If a page wandered streets jonesing for a library…
If a weave snuck out hair by hair leaving confettis…
If a hand slapped itself and sounded like fingers hitting air…
If a tree fell in the yard and you didn’t know how it got there…
If a five dollar bill you lost came back with a broke-wheel Mercedes…
If a lizard jump out my pocket to build a gold-rim cage…
If a arrow sat by itself without no bow in the dirt…
If I give a shout-out to the Eskimos but they don’t send a ounce…
If the letters from a book break loose and hop off the page…
If a house go to sleep on Pluto then wake up back on Earth…
If my food stamp bounce…



Dax Bayard-Murray's poems have appeared in Redivider and Sawbuck and will be included in the Outside Voices' 2008 anthology. He used to write cute bios but is sort of low on energy these days.


 
 
 
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