Now why would you question my love for you, honeybunch?
You know that you are more precious to me than
A 1973 Gibson ES335 sunburst semi hollow body guitar
(Which I would love to have)
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Have you watched the slow caravans of clouds
And felt the earth’s pull as they lean into the sky
Or maybe zeroed in on a single star in the wash of a black night
And know this tapestry of distant heat
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She wants me like the moon,
reliably present but distanced,
like something sacred
or beating nearby - an animal’s heart,
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I.
Now I have seen everything.
The wake is going on right now from two to four
And it’s a quarter to three
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The superstars unfurled
their laden routine – the organ
player stabbing his amplifiers
with daggers, the lead guitarist
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I have this interpreter
grafted to my body,
He is inebriated and
conveys not me but a goon,
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From above, the desk has a home
in a row of identical desks,
an old high school yearbook rests in the middle,
and a mechanical pencil.
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I have a unified field theory too,
because I like the word “field”
with its grasses and wind in my hair.
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This is how I want my life to end
Hooked up to a prison sentence
With the phone lines down
And machines treading water for me
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I.
I haven’t spoken to my brother in ten years.
His brain was slammed in a car accident,
never got any therapy because dad didn’t believe in it.
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