Too many unabashed trails going one way:
Trying to keep in step with the mountain ranges receding in
Twilight,
Going to cuddle your soft little town and peep through the
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Somewhere beautiful overspills with airplanes:
Her hair is made up for date night,
And cottage cheese is pressed to her lips like wet baby’s breath:
And the hours of her youth are vibrant, loving not a soul,
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Bodies enraptured by the tendrils of coitus:
Both smoking and dewed,
Are impressed by the sounds and feelings passed
Like a life giving sea between two bays:
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Traffic burning like arrows, like runways for airplanes;
And touching down, maybe congratulating, and going to sleep:
And I still have a bag of fireworks,
And visions of her leggy body stepping both forwards and backwards
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Stumbling through a drunken verdure, I am at it again,
Scribbling up at death as he shows up with the dinner guests:
These words like the pits of songs hoping to last for
A little while long,
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Candelabrums at my mothers wedding, like ancient
Movies and whales moving like kingdoms in the sea,
And making love:
You know I’ve seen you there, when you open your eyes
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I look at pictures of your new haircut: you holding your daughter
And swaying a smile against a peg-board:
The light of your eyes admitting maybe that you once loved me
In the Magical Kingdom with the other seniors on their
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My body is stages paling into loneliness:
I lost my soul somewhere back in the middle of high school
Like the greedy armor of a cicada stuck by its barbs to the neck
Of a cypress;
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The body curls and pullulates and it does good to
Tie down the girl you love securely to the tresses:
That way she can be a damsel in distress in the middle of the night:
Her body can bloom like the soda machines of echinopsis,
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Better feelings are the Indian givers of the divinity of
Consciousness
Who set out like beautiful girls on their bicycles going a long
Ways out across the city
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