The Sun Eats the Double Inverse of the Morning: Amy McDaniel, Two Poems

Our friend Amy McDaniel checks in from the tremendous city of Atlanta. Look for her chapbook, Selected Adult Lessons, soon-to-come on Agnes Fox Press. And, of course, there is the Solar Anus.

Firstly, she responded to this significant fill-in-the-blank:

The sun is a burning red in the morning because...white is milk, milk is morning, and as everybody knows the sun eats the double inverse of the morning, and the double inverse of white is red, not black.

The sun is a fiery red in the evening because...it has removed its contact lenses before bedtime and has forgotten to buy Visine.



Dead Horse Rhymes


There's more of dead horses to say.

There are eligible plastic horses and dream

horses. Ghost horses and frozen horses,

warmish horses' corpses. Drowned horses,

fake horses. Smiling gore horses.

Brothers of horses, dappled lore horses

or skin horses. Horses are never martyrs.

Horses are dead calories. Gray horses

turn white when they die. Shattered

horses are not closer to God. 

Ghost horse meat tastes like

ghost oatmeal but less gamy.





First Morning Urine


I gave the first morning urine to the jellyfish stung.

I gave the first morning urine to the cold between my thighs.

I gave the first morning urine to the juvenile prank.

First morning urine sounds fresh like dew. But it is eager and old, the better to collect all the baby traces.

I gave the first morning urine to the pervert who lives down the hall.

I gave the first morning urine to the stoned job applicant.

The first morning urine is not required.

I gave the first morning urine to the ammonia-deprived.

I gave the first morning urine to the timid Labrador.

The first morning urine is not required but is highly recommended, like PG-13 and mammograms and an herb garnish and love your enemy.

All I have for you is the Sunday afternoon urine.

All I have for you is the incidental Gatorade urine.

All I have for you is the urine from swallowing my own saliva.

For I gave the first morning urine to the lap pool.

I gave the first morning urine to the snow.

3 comments:

B.B. said...

Hey, McDaniel! I like the way you do your business.

Amy said...

Thanks, B.B.! You have great initials. They are the same as my current friend Blake Butler, and as my future friend Brian Baldi, whose lovely chapbook has taught me much about asparagus...and possibility

B.B. said...

Consider this mind hereby bashfully blown. Looking forward to the future, Amy.