HARRY DEAN STANTON CHANGES THE OIL FOR SID HAIG
this is the motorcycle movie that roger corman never made
a country on fire
full of slow rolling hills
two good men sitting on a porch
crying to a tune
that nobody’s mother
ever sang
just chewing up the scenery
& spitting out
what was left
into an empty coffee can.
IN THAT MOMENT WHEN SID HAIG & AND A HORSEFLY BECAME ONE
he wouldn’t plow into the back of a school bus
like some drunken country fool
he wouldn’t wait for the road
to proclaim itself a drag strip
or wait quietly for you
to give him
permission to dance
he would just wrap his fingers
around anything
with a long winding throat
that had ever
even tried
to sing.
SCOTT WANNBERG WRITES A POEM ABOUT SID HAIG
it’s a musical
where he has only been eating oatmeal
while the mayan calendar
threads a needle with his ribcage.
SID HAIG DECLARES HIS BIRTHDAY A DAY FOR ALL BAD MOTHERFUCKERS
there are never enough stars
it’s like someone messed up
the body count
& the night
ran out of candles.
