Sun, a scandalous thing over the movie theatre—
Is it even up after I have gone home,
Begun to cross my legs and drink rum
While my dog sleeps beside me,
And my wife makes love to the shower—
In the blindness of the after-theatre of
All of the shoes—
Asteriods palavering over all of the parks
And the zoos of earth—
As something is said around the corner
That was supposed to be beautiful,
As the baseball diamonds caress and
Copulate with the overgrowing fields of
The stoned earth.
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