an alabaster breakfast
and an earthquake on fire
mired in hollandaise sauce
wondering what the ingredients cost
i will go with you to live in the zoo
we will feed our guests bananas
let us laugh peanuttily with wide teeth
the truth is my jaw is still numb
there are apples too crunchy today
the rusty saw the curtain call
snowflakes stalling from a half-season away
set out to play on a side porch
only the company shines their shoes
spit and polish the hobknobble
hoboken misspoken boot straps
pull me up by my pigtails
where have all the pigtails gone
long drawn-out with curlicue marvel
i have closed the windows now
ready for my close-up
last night i dreamed of ice cream
mentioned this afternoon suddenly
why do they call it tennis
would you reach out in defense of motion
how yellow are your pages
ages too crowded by eights
fated dates resorted to straights
flushing gibraltar, tops to the wall
let me call again
i will disguise your stovepipe
bake your face into a cream pie
there is only one you here
yes i'm talking too
on and on a train leaves the station/
tunes out
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