2 December 2004 | Vol. 4, No. 4
Hood Ornament Radio Signal
I'm going to melt
a cross, a statue of the Buddha, and the arms of Vishnu
into a hood ornament of a naked woman with wings of fire,
set it on my car and follow it like a compass.
People are like teenagers,
always looking to rebel.
I don't believe in anything,
so I have no desire to rebel against anything at all.
But everyone else, itching
to test the waters, push the envelope
to see if the sky will open up
when they miss curfew.
For me, it's all the same and just as easy
to be good as be bad. And if I need a sign for guidance,
I'll follow my car to that field
outside the city where the radio antennas party.
There, when I was eleven years old,
I took a handheld radio, scrolled the AM dial
until hearing my own voice for ten seconds of a breath
telling me how to proceed, and in what manner.
About the author:
Robert Krut's work has appeared in Barrow Street, Salt Hill, Hayden's Ferry Review, and has been nominated for two Pushcart Prizes. Poems are also currently available in the online journals Tarpaulin Sky and the DMQ Review.