Ferris-wheels of diamond mice run
Around the salty pan,
Laughing men as tall as houses
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Dandelions in a basin of light with
Purple and blue ants fighting each other:
Dandelions as soft as the lips of tourists underneath
Commuter airlines;
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They give good rhymes to cars, and in passing,
Their daughters look really beautiful; and didn’t I fail to
Mention that all of them may be moving to Georgia
To convolute with the wavering harems of indistinguishable
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Wayward bodies of men somnambulate stealing
The tired, black-lipped kisses of housewives in parks,
So far away from their trailer hoods of dreams,
Like something of a decrepit wish the sea has washed to someone
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Beautiful frogs are farting in
Beds of droopy chrysanthemums.
Chartreuse and poisonous, they are waiting
For her sombulent march, to cling to
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This poetry is undressed,
And her eyes stare through the window,
Stare down the long horizon,
Eclipsing the subtle bergs, the pawn shops,
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Hopscotch is easy if you’re a tourist,
And the sea is easy if you’re a fish,
But your eyes I’ll never forget,
Like a woman singing in French-
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Bodies push as they feel:
Bodies sweat and move: Bodies in cars, bodies in
Coffins, bodies in homes have so much to prove:
Bodies arising like flowers for your senses:
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Resting again- again, in the valleys
Of windmills who know of
The keenest pleasures-
They lay in one spot and move and move:
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Wordless Calliope- what are you,
Standing there
As a blue monument: what do you mean
After so much tragedy;
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