Green Chimneys

by Mark James Andrews

Slide
with me down green chimneys.

Destroy
all monsters and walk them over
to the bone yard
to staple their skirt hems
to the eaves of the crematorium.

Trim
the chin whiskers on the elf
perched on his bench
with the assault rifle
strapped over his shoulder blade.

Embrace
the polaroid of me
sitting on the silver minnow bucket
offering you a yellow perch
or was it a blue gill?

Canonize
the ham fisted sinner at the Steinway
sermonizing between twinkle tunes
“one never knows
do one?”