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and there are brown cars all over the road we put our money on our gray fox and at the quarter pole some mexican wins by a neck and ¾ we dance like a cabaret tan legs crossing dipped in fluorescent hues and the mexican is dancing on your grave and i no longer care for sugar
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piano flowers flicker with orange. blue house paint. bare skin on cement short hair and a skinny body. different than you feel you are now heat flickers red like childhood trees on your second birthday your teeth were sharp then. potted red roses like cups in your eyes
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shadows are looming things the ones from Alabama are too tape cut and cars drive by. sound is minimal as you speak wave to your neighbors more often they have shadows too. and you were saying your girlfriends name 15 years later but you were really saying tina and then you started to cry. but you are a good boy who won’t let on. but you start to cry again. and who are you crying about? and you ice skate.
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it is very quiet and only the keys bang. you think about your hands. and silence. you sleep peacefully on sheets with elephants glued to the you are disrupted by hands and bodies and bodies and hands
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and there you are again. your feet have holes in them. you run and jump and dive like you are submerged in water you tell stories you say your name like a television host cut. and you iron a stuffed dog with a mixer and the camera man says it’s ridiculous and you storm off the set. you retrieve your mixer. and those stage lights are very very bright. and the tape is still rolling.
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on the street corner you drive slowly he drives slowly he is looking across the street in the morning you are looking down oxnard north the trees are motionless, their palms are flat and it is sunday march 29 2 pm her voice was sweeter than his was but she doesn’t like it when you touch things you are looking for someone named judy. you are looking at a white politician and a black actor.
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there is better flesh than yours now. in all kinds of trouble, and it is funny. to know how so many of these people will die or not live anyway. car crash. drugs. fire. business problems. backwards she ran over her baby and put him in a trash can they called it the baby blues. |