WHITE MIGRAINE
A NEW POEM
by Michael Dickman
| Every color there ever was is white It peels the skin back from the roof of your mouth in metal petals that taste like snow The roof of the world My fingernails floating in milk The moon flushed down a toilet Everything I ever wanted glows in the moonlight Ask him what he wants I want to be sick and white and cough up lilies of the valley * The Matterhorn in my shoulders ruptures in the toilet My mouth walks down a hallway in a hospital Clouds of bone and cum in the brainpan White caviar gets shipped from my brain overseas then scraped out from the backs of my eyeballs with beautiful spoons I can’t throw up anymore I have to throw up The mother-of-pearl spoons are tuned razor sharp and sing It turns out white can make the world absolutely clean * On all fours the universal position of love is white Oyster shells turned over on a bed of ice Oyster shells turned over on a bed of lice The white tongues speaking to me now speak in white tongues Are you loved? Are you loved? Are you loved? I sit beneath the avalanche and sing My master plan is happiness |
Michael Dickman wrote The End of the West (Copper Canyon Press, 2009) and Flies(Copper Canyon Press, 2011). He also wrote, with Matthew Dickman, half of 50 American Plays, forthcoming from Copper Canyon Press in 2012.
Believer, May 2012
http://www.believermag.com/issues/201205/?read=poem_dickman
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