TAR
ice halo
(visual
novocain)
rotates
above your head
dentist in
stormtrooper outfit
tells you to
open wide
stands back
fires his
lasergun into your mouth
shooting
practice has paid off
death star
molar is destroyed
tie fighters
escape from fried abscess
dentist
picks out princess leia food
from your
teeth
encases them
in white
imperial body armor
you
ponderously open/close your jaw
move it like
your marching
more dental
death stars are blown out
tusken
raider tusks are inserted
glued in
place with molasses
blood and
sweet mingle
a slobbering
sticky mechanoid
you’re sent
on your way:
hunt the
squealing millennium falcons
hidden in the walls
James Mirarchi grew up in Queens, New York. In
addition to his poetry collections, Venison and Dervish, he has written
and directed short films, which have played festivals. His poems have
appeared in Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, Poydras Review, gobbet,
Boyslut, Bluepepper, Orion headless, The Mind[less] Muse, Dead Snakes,
egg, The Recusant, Subliminal Interiors Magazine,
Bad Robot Poetry, and Clockwise Cat.
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