2. Sears catalogs. Bamberger's petite-dress carousels.
Lego cities, Panthor, Dan Marino, Jordan. The Pump.
1. I will never be approached by hungry flies. Or wanderlust butterflies.
1. The cliff is steep for bighorn sheep who butt their heads when the kingdom hangs.
2. Confusion fall. Deliberate rewiring.
This is evolution. Don’t let the fungus take control of your brain.
1. I’m so glad I don’t have to worry about anything but what is wrong. In general from above.
2. Sometimes it seems like things are gonna work out.
And it just doesn’t work out.
3. I appreciate your input and anticipate your opinions.
But you were a monster during your wife’s pregnancy.
I heard there was a pattern. Now I see it too.
2. Mom, a bug got in my bath and I got it out now.
Now, the child counts toward your taxes.
5. Syria. Eucalyptus. Cameo. Reinforcement.
Lark. Swoosh. Tsunami.
Ambush. Rerelease. Fall guy. False false flag.
Anodized. Sanitized. Canary. Island. Afternoon. Tuesday? Please.
I have seen a sure way forward and I nod to the stars.
3. Still there is salt pouring
from the mouths of mannequins
who lay the logic down.
2. I am afraid to learn
how bad I was.
2. Thinking gently of caramel on mellow snow.
It is a delight today to think so lightly.
5. Limits come and go.
They are not limits.
We push until the rivers break
and half the country has found the mudslide.
It is a delight today to think so lightly.
2. What can we do but wait
and make ourselves more humane?
1. Look, it's really not that bad.
5. I spent too long on my dream.
Turning symbols in my hands
and will go down with an ending
that may reward our predators
as I am contracted to remind you.
1. The world is loud and you cannot hear.
2. Barbarians have mobilized.
You are the Trojan horse you say I am I am*.
*No, you are.
5. Tension over territory, airspace and identity,
rights and needs
has a nation of experience
stagger from enlightenment to excrement
bragging like a drunken spy.
5. Don't you remember?
Well, we are about to take a detour anyway.
A new stanza supplants the me I am now
with lies to replace
the wisdom I curse with.
2. Be the best in you.
Though you die like an industrial chicken.
7. 1957 Polo Grounds. From the roof
I see the hula models usher in the wind.
Marilyn Monroe flashes me on every stairwell.
The concourse is a library filled with Nazi hunters.
The pancakes of a diffident cook. Sausage
and breeze of the lovely day.
1957 Polo Grounds. Game underway.
1.6. Strip club melee and I'm all for democracy:
floodlights
breaking up the strobelights
highlighting angles elbows cock
when dancers take the stage
Pacquiao is raging
and vodka takes men back a few.
3. Yes, this is a totally unrefined piece of crap.
No, it is derivative of a distant, forgettable past!
The last of the ninth! The consummation of excess!
5. Gotham. Alabaster. Seashell. Reconnaissance.
Escapade. Deconstruction. Stability. Skeleton. Dive.
Forget-me-not. Joseph Conrad. Password. Mailman.
Hamburger Hill. Jack Teagarden. Coming to you live.
Ding ding ding.
1. A dozen starburst dictators.
3. Father figure fallout. Aging apocalyptics.
Squandered analytics.
Massive quantities of too-much-everything.
5. The boos will be severe, jagged
and louder than the flashbangs.
No supersonic arsenal
blocks the roar of the big jeer
of the vulgar mob.
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2. That’s enough, son. Don’t beat yourself up
about the end of the world.
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1. Vietnam conduct. Iraqi snuff. Secret: destroyed.
2. I don't want it to be like this.
Sobstory Diamond-Level Suburban White Woman.
3. Doltish husband. Predictable klutz.
Broken fantasy. Band of Gypsys.
Headed nowhere good.
? The future is clay again laced with old roots and earthworms
4. A crescent moon behind the ear.
Raiders of the Lost Ark.
Craig Ehlo. Janelle Monae. Peter Sellers.
The Cook The Thief His Wife and Her Lover.
Why do we even want to keep each other alive?
I mean, at this point isn’t it a bit disgusting?
C7545. *1A#{Ujs+. Active measures.
I am exhausted to make sense.
Lamborghini Miura 1970 P400S.
'59 Eldorado Biarritz.
Cabernet tomatillo
olive nectarine strawberry heart.
Drake blue. Pacific sand. Shining starfish. Beat echo.
The air did not depress. Cathedral. Forest.
Yvonne de Carlo. The Tears of the Injured.
A request for silence for a memory of the fallen.
A request to disintegrate like a crime along the trail.
Return to the beginning.
Continuation Gratuitously Drawing Attention to Itself
That is an oversimplification if I ever heard one.
Hot day. Staple Singers. May the circle be unbroken.
Algiers. Data structures. Unpredictability.
Somebody in Iceland was thinking this is crazy
but it was really "the way we live nnooww", suckas.
Somebody in Texas was thinking the same (shoot me a buck).
6. Tom's murder was broadcast nevertheless on nightly news.
7. Tom disputed that he had been murdered from a talk show chair, despite his murder.
8. He wore a shirt with elephants and palm trees, baseball cap, and cigarette and mumbled about justice.
9. Don’t blame Ruth. She was on a tangent. Her knife sliced only brisket and tomatoes.
10. Who the hell is Ruth?
58. The murder broadcast was faked.
12. Tom's dispute was reportedly done under stress.
13. Tom spoke the truth. You disagree?
14. That was my wife. She has a stressful job. Is something wrong?
The tomato bled. The tomato kept bleeding.
Frost on the pinecone. Birth of the mosquito.
The tomato is still bleeding.
4. Staring at $5000 works of trash
I wonder if I’m the asshole
disparaging degenerate minds
because I have no intention of listening to you.
[enter valid digit] People were like, eh, well, I can kinda see….
but these people died without names
like I do every day.
Like Tom.
Like the man who struggled to understand I used to be
before I went to the Polo Grounds.
Or before I discovered Syria.
Or before the tomato began to bleed?
Which was it? Who am I?
2. I am twenty minutes after midnight.
And the tomato is still bleeding.
[enter valid digit] Fifty minutes after midnight
and Yvonne's thinking What's going on with this tomato?
She just got back from the Polo Grounds.
She changed her sex and turned into me.
She has no answer
and the stanzas became arbitrary
archery.
The tomato's blood covers the floor.
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