Jason Mashak

INSIDE-OUT



Dedans,

the accordion calls itself

.............."handheld Transylvanian

...............church organ."

Chandeliers discover

.............paralysis

............in the absence of swing.

Keys jingle zen

..............harmonies

....,,,,,,,,,,in front pockets.




Dehors,

an old camel burns, its smoke

.............a tantalized cobra

............dancing to saxist gales.

The hardwoods are dying

..............(death is a rainbow); they

..............do not envy the Evergreens.

A streetlamp reaches short of

.............the sky. Bicycles held by gravity

.............are chained nonetheless.




VITAMIN SEA LEVEL


The long grey audience sits among

frivolous mules and cart-dwarfing shrooms.

Sarsaparilla-flavored cacti bloom like flamenco dancers

holding orange suns and nifty purses.

The moon is still.

Earth is a hamster trapped in a blazing wheel.

Skidmarks come alive like sands drawing sutras,

luring the panties off lonely prairies

and tossing them to the ocean floor.




Jason Mashak lived in various Belts in the US (Rust, Bible, Rain/Hippie) before catapulting himself to Central Europe (Castle Belt), where he remains in self-exile to this day. Though formally educated, he claims to have learned more from his parents, VietNam-vet truck-drivers, a drummer, and a great soundman. His essays and poems have appeared, etc. Feel free to befriend him on My(meat)space or the book of Face