For Anna Karina by Jason Baldinger

For Anna Karina

she’s a cartoon, she twirls a six shooter
in powder burned hands that rifle through dead man pockets
finding only toothbrush/paste, they share similar legacies

she sings as tears go by as suburban typewriter
realizes sentences are useless, the floor stubbed out a cigarette
this is why marlon brando looks desperate

she’s the devil that occupies second rate lonely tragedies. the right to remain silent, she loads a gun, a parrot reads a newspaper, the telephone waits on a gunfight. there is no mystery, the south pole ran off with a bartender

she, the color of time, forever elsewhere in the mirror, a window not much older than rock and roll, clear, without desire. she’s a war that’s never over

she’s a cross country audience, a sailboat, a miniskirt, so cruel, so obsolete, her real name a mystery of handcuffed influence

she’s a dress drenched in blood, disturbed silence, she turns beautiful to smoke, she marks time occasionally, exquisite as jack ruby

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Jason Baldinger is a poet hailing from Pittsburgh. He’s the author of several books, most recently Fumbles Revelations (Grackle and Crow), which is available now, and Fragments of a Rainy Season (Six Gallery Press), which is coming in early 2018. Other recent publications include the Low Ghost Anthology Unconditional Surrender, Uppagus, Lilliput Review, Rusty Truck, Dirtbag Review, In Between Hangovers, Your One Phone Call, Winedrunk Sidewalk, Anti-Heroin Chic, Nerve Cowboy Concrete Meat Press, Zombie Logic Review, Philosophic Idiot and Heartland! Poetry of Love, Solidarity and Resistance. You can hear Jason read some poems here.



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