In kindergarten with the purple tulips
And my first love:
We learn the alphabet and nursery rhymes:
I envision her lips indenting the sea,
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The last of the rum swoons in my throat,
The ghost of a bullet hole in my right temple:
The temporary lines of the minor leagues
Glowing in dim hallucinations
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I.
The areola is mine.
I saw it hanging around the sun
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Sullen women, and beautiful,
With no lines in their palms:
Their mother is inside the red tent
Under the swaying palms:
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These egos are playing musical chairs
On a blue marble cloudy with men:
We are trying to pronounce our children
Into the oasis in the obliterating void:
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The heavy philologist is in the city,
Sharing eyes which chrome with god:
Each twitch is an entire sentence,
Each look a vociferous tomb-
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Now we sell out,
And if we’ve done it right
We’ll soon be fattened by our gold,
And can call the mischief in
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Do not let that get in your head,
Because I will fail you-
Do not let the sun become your lavender crutch,
Because it may awaken the mother in her,
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Because I paid them,
They made her to look like you-
The beer maid of the sky’s arcade,
But I would only admit to
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