I don’t have to worry about it: it will come anyways,
As gravestones arisen over night and the museums and the cemeteries
That talk about them, but not I,
Since I haven’t been doing that great of stuff,
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Careworn, glossy as worms in the corpse:
Pale dogs smiling over the paler horse, the moon on the
Rising and crowning the hackles,
The savage tenements mortared in unrest-
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Around in the hairpins of another lonely fiasco:
Fingers moving toward what they will- like car doors and
Unicorns,
Apple pies and the shadows of little girls on the windowsill
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Up these recesses, the fingerprints who are the hoodlums
Of no criminals:
Just the turpentines of used up Ferris Wheels and the grounds
They grew in:
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Crawling up to its belly, milky with the lactates
Of spring: it coos, coos as it calls for it again: the hungriness
Spent before any mother like a ball of unwound
Rattlesnakes mewing in the darkness until
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As a humanity, we all try to get up above the rest:
Piling out substrata of delta-ing ladders towards the shoe polish
Of the next billboards:
And climbing up past the athletes of baseball games, or
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The problems of green have their own colors:
But they all together only cost five dollars: like the stripes
On the Mexican flag:
And Alma making up her own excuses for whatever she does or
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In these last hours while the flowers enfold, or in fact
They die into new bodies by morning,
You lay down with him, though tell me that you love me:
You’ve had two children from his loins fitted like fireworks
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Words as short as miniskirts
Stopped my heart: and we ate and had pancakes,
And then I promised to take you back home with me
To show you my Virgins of Guadalupe;
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Now it has to be so awful,
Drinking my five dollar wine after all of the fireworks
And birthday cards;
After the night has shown itself to the door,
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