Friday, September 30, 2005

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all american


there's always the recipe on the box
involving cream sauce soup in casserole
you should be meditating on betty
boop, where our culture came from, where it went

you've never been the modern wife, though tipsy
at times, rusty can of soup, walk so fast
you say should i? when it's full speed to dream
i find this attractive in a woman

what i mean is: spines slip through venus walls.
on voided road we meet them, who are we?
junkman always had a hanson cab heart
on the street where you lived    your delight

a flash of leg and garter for good luck
coffee good any time, calm the tempest


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9 30 05