Adrenalin Mother
Adrenalin Mother, with your dress of comets and shoes of swift bird wings and shadow of jumping fish, thank you for touching, understanding and loving my life. Without you, I am dead.
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'Star-Spangled' Nails
You've got some "Star-Spangled" nails in your coffin, kid. That's what they've done for you, son.
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Education
There is a woman on the Klamath River who has five hundred children in the basement, stuffed like hornets into a mud nest. Great Sparrow is their father. Once a day he pulls a red wagon between them and that's all they know.
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Your Departure Versus the Hindenburg
Every time we say good-bye I see it as an extension of the Hindenburg: that great 1937 airship exploding in medieval flames like a burning castle above New Jersey. When you leave the house, the shadow of the Hindenburg enters to take your place.
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Death Is a Beautiful Car Parked Only
For Emmett Death is a beautiful car parked only to be stolen on a street lined with trees whose branches are like the intestines of an emerald. You hotwire death, get in, and drive away like a flag made from a thousand burning funeral parlors.…
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The First Winter Snow
Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body. Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal nature. Three months ago you were like a deer staring at the first winter snow.…
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Discovery
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christopher Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship touching a new world?
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Xerox Candy Bar
Ah, you're just a copy of all the candy bars I've ever eaten.
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Oranges
Oh, how perfect death computes an orange wind that glows from your footsteps, and you stop to die in an orchard where the harvest fills the stars.
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The Shenevertakesherwatchoff Poem
For Marcia Because you always have a clock strapped to your body, it's natural that I should think of you as the correct time: with your long blonde hair at 8:03, and your pulse-lightning breasts at 11:17, and your rose-meow smile at 5:30, I know I'm right.
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General Custer Versus the Titanic
For the soldiers of the Seventh Cavalry who were killed at the Little Bighorn River and the passengers who were lost on the maiden voyage of the Titanic. God bless their souls.…
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Horse Child Breakfast
Horse child breakfast, what are you doing to me? with your long blonde legs? with your long blonde face? with your long blonde hair? with your perfect blonde ass? I swear I'll never be the same again! Horse child breakfast what you're doing to me, I want done forever.
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Private Eye Lettuce*
Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce, the name and drawing of a detective with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man's imagination and his desire to name the objects of this world. I think I'll call this place Golgotha…
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The Nature Poem*
The moon is Hamlet on a motorcycle coming down a dark road. He is wearing a black leather jacket and boots. I have nowhere to go. I will ride all night.
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Surprise*
I lift the toilet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
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The Postman*
The smell of vegetables on a cold day performs faithfully an act of reality like a knight in search of the holy grail or a postman on a rural route looking for a farm that isn't there. Carrots, peppers and berries.…
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The Old Folk's Home
The only thing that you can do to gain back some human dignity after you crap in bed like a baby, is to pretend that you are Hannibal crossing the Alps.
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Horse Race*
July 19, a dog has been run over by an airplane, an act that brings into this world the energy that transforms vultures into beautiful black race horses.…
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Mike
We walked along the pier that curved like Einstein's breakfast out into eternity, and there were people fishing off the pier, mostly Chinese. Mike ran up to an old woman and asked her if she liked to kill fish, to murder living things, and she smiled at him,…
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The Winos on Potrero Hill*
Alas, they get their bottles from a small neighborhood store. The old Russian sells them port and passes no moral judgement. They go and sit under the green bushes that grow along the wooden stairs. They could almost be exotic flowers, they drink so quietly.
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