Hasp (Pond Champ)
Spatch cocked tree shade
that's chicken back turned out
a teaser of our omens
family needs them either
better or worse -
between don't hunt
I shake the yeti cup
of road struck and lens
I shake the temples
of a good man with a gun
would that I could bleed my scarf
beneath the hex mark
pilling down the barn
it's worth inhuman salt
no it was no sweat to drag
this weathervane in toe clamps here
past the strip of Early-Bird Aikido
and checkNowcash
a body won't render in lessons
people aren't so easily known
and none here the type
who lick our fingers
to play guess the wind
your campfire shines
in a wilderness, brother
and I could never
eat my enemy's heart
and I am goatshit
with a bow in my off-hand
and all I taste is fork
that's chicken back turned out
a teaser of our omens
family needs them either
better or worse -
between don't hunt
I shake the yeti cup
of road struck and lens
I shake the temples
of a good man with a gun
would that I could bleed my scarf
beneath the hex mark
pilling down the barn
it's worth inhuman salt
no it was no sweat to drag
this weathervane in toe clamps here
past the strip of Early-Bird Aikido
and checkNowcash
a body won't render in lessons
people aren't so easily known
and none here the type
who lick our fingers
to play guess the wind
your campfire shines
in a wilderness, brother
and I could never
eat my enemy's heart
and I am goatshit
with a bow in my off-hand
and all I taste is fork
Zach Arnett was educated at Ball State University. His poems can be found in Red Ogre Review, Hominum Journal, Bending Genres, The Meadowlark Review and elsewhere. He works at the library.