The words travel on out like vagabonds with their feet,
And you are already lying on down with your man, Alma
Like a vagabond butterfly who has found something to eat:
And in the morning you will have to dropp Heidi off at
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Bodies are here and then they are not:
Souls are taking a vacation, and if I had prettier things then this
Then I would lay them across the knotted strings of marionettes
Across our fair and ventriloquist nation;
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Maybe I made love to you and maybe there are still Ferris
Wheels, Or maybe I am just as drunk as
A gold fish in its plastic bag sold away from your golden
Silhouette at the fair:
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Maybe like you say, you love him, Alma:
You love him, and these are your words.
The silent weeds who spread out like dancers before the cataracts of
The honeymoons of the sun.
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I say I love you even as the petals weep and I don’t
Even know or not if you’ve been counting sheep,
And it hurts my soul that I had to lower my jaw and let you on
Hope, like the lowest scoops of the
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I’ve been reading and filling in the gaps over
Your make believe Guerrero, Alma:
I’ve been listening to little girls who are walking down
The street
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Bandy-legged but wearing your favorite color of
Helmet with Ulysses’ wings:
I float on the clouds the mariposas struggle for,
And I pay to sneak into the zoo with you Alma, last Monday,
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The party lasses are at their sport
Batting eyes across the flight plans of their daily tennis
Courts:
And you ring up their acts on your machine Alma:
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My liver laps up this fire like kittens do milk
Like vampires:
And I knelt on the other side of your vehicle today
Alma
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Part of the hemisphere is thick with
Rainbows,
Alma: and I can barely remember Colorado:
That is how far away I am from my last love,
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