It is happening in the cul-de-sacs in which all of the housewives
Spume:
Birthing new likely cadavers into the worlds from the shopping
Malls of womb-
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Crossing and recrossing the panhandles
We sing like jet planes to orchards: we sing as if we would
Have liked our father to sing to us;
And it all becomes a lesson better left unexplained: As Alma
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I am only supposed to be awakened by a daydream
That has fallen too late, that has enamored too deeply into the shadows
Of a stream
Streaming all down from the mascara of her eyes, falling so far as
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If you don’t wish for the job then I am here to help
Proposition you into vagabonding
In the penumbras of the most god fearing summits, where the
Over zealous bones of the hikers who knew no fear are
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Work for me and clean my house
And I’ll wake up, gleam in my eye- and pay you,
Just as if you were my spouse:
And we’ll take honeymoons and fieldtrips and listen to
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It feels to me that I am here,
In a candelabrum, in a sugar bowl- swimming around,
Looking out at the distortions of the dinner
Guests swimming like flies all around the caesuras of death
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I’m supposed to be going
Back to work
But I haven’t been with you
For three weeks,
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From each little seed
A candle tucks in
To the wishbones of its
Graveyards
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In the retinue of
The carrion and paper airplanes
Contrived-
Careening forwards through the
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There is a brown thimble in my soul:
It goes beating- beating porous- letting the blood and
Feelings through:
There are the rinds of acrobats in there too:
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