Misfits
Then there was Montgomery Clift
bronco spill after spill
his battered whiskey skull
unraveling Marilyn's lap: her kind thighs,
indian pony eyes, canyon cleavage.
Her lassoed wild brain slapped down to her ass.
Oh-- to rub America's quivers the wrong way.
to the last back and white.
to the damned end
swallowing dirt,
abandoned rust,
the hangover of an unforgiving sun.
To the teeth I say--
to the gift horse and stupid
truth, a bit in her mouth.
--Laura Moran, Live Bait, 2005