Disguised as Abandoned

from Perfect Sleeping Weather by Larry Fulford

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Scrawled into notebooks from the familiar comforts of temporary homes and the passenger seats of mechanically unsound vehicles adrift on the highways and back roads of America, Perfect Sleeping Weather is fifteen years of thoughts, observations, facts, and fictions hammered into a collection of poetry that, according to one reader, "sounds like a sigh."

In this, his first book, writer/drummer/comedian Larry Fulford reflects on the usual -- life, death, love and leaving -- while still managing to name-check Van Halen. Twice.

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lyrics

The new restaurant in the old building
still wears its shoe polish sign:
"Grand Opening March 22nd."

Only now it's April 11th
so on slow days and nights
it looks as though we still have to wait a year.

Her daddy works at Hubcap Heaven
where all of the halos are chrome.

She sits in front of an English muffin
pretending it's enough and,
for no other reason than she simply saw
a familiar shape in her waiter's watch,
remembers a framed poem on her
mother's living room wall that had
what looked to be swastikas in every corner.

It's damn hard to shoot a camouflaged bird
with cloud white wings and blue eyes.
A firm believer in credit card fraud,
she tears up her receipt when she's ready to leave.

Plowing through life at 78 keystrokes a minute
and only lying about her age on resumes,
she's been sex-less for months
but the ghosts are her two favorite childhood dogs
(Sadie and Dynamite)
stand guard while she sleeps
and that's better than sex.

I'm in the corner of a restaurant
down the street from all this happening,
like a swastika in the corner of a poem
in the corner of a memory.