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Flowers
01:48
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"And now, for the live broadcasting
of Miss May Flowers."
(A front yard of flowers; by morning
her mailboxes sprout new bouquets.)
"Miss May's just as she always is today!"
(watering her voodoo Earth,
planting some seeds of anemones. They say:)
"So much so, she's out looking for her shadow."
(now on military grass and wilted daisies and plastic,
she shakes hands with the plants
to show that she's down-to-Earth, and still with plans.)
"Hey!"
(humming)
(Flowers' sittin' there like she's reading,
holding up “Diary” and a Two of Hearts, bleeding
both for the sake of the so many viewers, and she's saying:)
"Oh my Tin Woodman, I know you'll keep my heart safe,
from all these X-rays
and myths they’ll dissect me with!”
"Taste these sweet ditties and aromas
on such a beautiful day, even on a day like today!
Just taste the tension in everyone
to see May try blind to find herself even
warmer, Warmer, WARMER..!”
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Captain
05:21
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CAPTAIN!
his spatula,
his assault rifle,
and his apron of skraw
refillin’ in your emptiness
like his hasbrowns’ll restarch your soul!
like he’s memorized all your holes
like any good Waffle House on-the-house waffle chef would.
CAPTAIN!
with his lost weight loss from prison,
his Tooly Gang’s hip-hoppin’ bullet-spittin’
and his wife who’s nice but knows the name of another man?!
refillin’ in the new kid, Mister SAT,
how to pimp and to give bitch good dick:
“do it once, is gonna stick”
an' his Starlet of Still Life sneaks out her snowglobe again.
CAPTAIN!
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Muriel
05:05
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Refractions spin a mural down at Grandma’s
funeral.
Dry wrinkles are blemished with salty sea sunsets.
Colorless keys type some numbers down, still, in tempo with
the last stroke.
Through and through
trough
and crest and still, stagnation, it’s a way for overcoming waves
when they remain
in your face, in your eyes, not in your taste and
rude, crudely, obtuse, and intrusive and elusive and
blameless, only for not being
sweet.
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Goldilocks
03:28
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There are still times when my
fortune cookie doesn't
offer me advice
And with
anyone else
I dine for sweet "belonging and health"
But all the conversations
I have with old friends
when I walk alone at night
Best of all the real ones-
these phantasms
presented by daylight
Goldilocks bleeds
in colors deceiving
There are still times when I
sniff out a familiar place
and nostalgia whispers to me
"order superman icecream"
And the colors start to blend
on the canvas of
a paper cup
I wanna bring it home empty
it's hard for me
when it's art to me
Goldilocks
she means nothing
With her
stray artistries
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