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1|

A man full of guts sat on the stoop
In front of my house with a briefcase in one hand and
His heart in the other

“It was my civil duty,” he said
And set the heart in the dirt and leftover autumn leaves




2|

The banana tree felt alone.
It cried to the birds.
It cried to the bugs.
It cried to the animals.
It cried to itself.

Nobody answered.




3|

She beat the piano!
Black and white keys bleeding red
Music screaming from inside a gaping wooden mouth
Somebody’s out of tune,
But we danced until daybreak in a haze of alcohol misty eyes and cigarette smoke.





4|

The hills don’t have eyes.
They can’t see the couple screwing in the dense woods.
The hills don’t have tongues.
They can’t taste the sweat from heated, passionate bodies.
The hills don’t have fingers.
They can’t probe her soft insides, feel her soft skin, feel his tensing ass midthrust.
The hills don’t have ears.
They can’t hear the moans and whimpers and soft cries of bleary ecstasy.
The hills don’t have mouths.
They can’t speak to her like he does, pleading filthy fuckery and hissing burning cumslop into virgin ears

Or so she’d have him think.





5|

The bear can stare
Its plastic eyes slightly askew
Its false furs matted with age
It’s mouth wide open, hole cut inside, filth from yesteryear
This is why we have yardsales


6|

I roared.
He roared.
She roared.
They roared.
We roared.

They audience applaud, we bowed, and the dinosaur orgy came to an end.




7|

“Bow to me.”
They pushed me down, but my eyes were still clinging to his.
“Your majesty!”
I cried to the king of the deer, his antlers mighty topped with a crown of acorns from the ambassador of squirrels
“I shall fasten you a salt lick sceptre! I shall fasten a cloak of fall leaves! We shall all be awed by your presence!”

He scoffed and rubbed his rack on the tree.




8|

The arrows rained down and we clutched the umbrella around us tight
The weatherman was wrong
He’d said they had orange feathers
Still, we kissed and streaks of blue pierced our livers and lungs and gizzards galore.




9|

The sea sang seashells to the dawn
And the whales carried the choir
And the shore caught the tune in salt and foam
And the hermit crab said, “Fuck this rock and roll.”



10|

“Hello mister fox.”
“Hello mister bear.”
“Hello mister owl.”
“Hello mister bat.”
Her shoes dragged dirt into the house, hair akimbo and dress askew
Her mother just hoped she was using protection.