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feet of cheese
coffeepot soul
hands that hate poolsticks
eyes like paperclips
I prefer red wine
I am bored on airliners
I am docile during earthquakes
I am sleepy at funerals
I puke at parades
and am sacrificial at chess
and cunt and caring
I smell urine in churches
I can no longer read
I can no longer sleep
 
eyes like paperclips
my green eyes
I prefer white wine
 
my box of rubbers is getting
stale
I take them out
Trojan-Enz
lubricated
for greater sensitivity
I take them out
and put three of them on
 
the walls of my bedroom are blue
 
Linda where did you go?
Katherine where did you go?
(and Nina went to England)
 
I have toenail clippers
and Windex glass cleaner
green eyes
blue bedroom
bright machinegun sun
 
this whole thing is like a seal
caught on oily rocks
and circled by the Long Beach Marching Band
at 3:36 p.m.
 
there is a ticking behind me
but no clock
I feel something crawling along
the left side of my nose:
memories of airliners
 
my mother had false teeth
my father had false teeth
and every Saturday of their lives
they took up all the rugs in their house
waxed the hardwood floors
 
and covered them with rugs again
and Nina is in England
and Irene is on ATD
and I take my green eyes
and lay down in my blue bedroom.
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