We can’t get married- the little princess tells me everyday,
Brown and dizzy, like Pocahontas on a seesaw,
Braving all of the elements that took her here across Mexico:
Now she wants a boob job
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With symbols and bouts of glory cast your doom-
Foray out into enterprise,
Where the cats are expressing like horny violins
The things they say atop of
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Couples look beautiful when they’re not yuppies-
Slightly beatnik, selling wines under
Pike’s Peak where the cars are making test runs
And the mountain goats are horny.
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The sky cattles- up yip,
If that is what it does: the sky looks stormy while we
Have all gone indoors,
And my parents are coming home, and turning around,
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I met a woman
Named Halloween.
She was already
Married.
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Boys made of wood showing up in the glances of
Pinwheels
Painted in the sideshows of abandoned parking lots,
Like boudoirs for the shadows of an eclipsed
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This is what I could afford,
This little house, a shell and shelter for my flesh:
I can hear the airplanes leaping above her yellow and
Spanish crown every day,
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I have had dreams of Ferris wheels:
Oh, don’t you know- I have, swimming through the slow
And deepest seas of Guatemala;
And I have seen your silhouette in the fruit market,
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The last thing the downed pilot sees
Is the octopus’ inky fear;
His victor confesses, he relives the startled
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