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feelings a cyclone undersea with the traps
as if Cristo himself designed infernal wraps
Pacific and placid demure and contained
if only could parse the howling in brains
lost everything dear two or three times
and never had much but a propensity for rhyme

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six times six is thirty six
why did this give us such a fix?
we weren't taught the tables
they weren't in our mix
but how on Ur could they predict
that ignored child was into it?

so they sent us to learn to prance
to make funny faces and do a little dance
overheating in a costume like being eaten by ants
"What potential he has!" they repeated in a trance
and there we were on a track to "advance"

No one asked who we were, they told us instead
filled us with lies and terror and dread
the idea of not being a man like being dead
it took us a while to choose living instead

Break

this is an old one, like shedding a skin
slower than usual but growing within
burgeoning blithely it inflates a balloon on a pin
when the balloon nearly pops it sucks it back in
we used to just take every shot on the chin
but now we've forgotten how to even begin

Off To Bed

It's off to bed! we'll rest our head
hopefully to dream we're dead
(It's likely cats who'll wake us instead)
in our bed, where the drapes turn everything red.

USA Number One

Overload this burdened beast
let's whip her til she bleeds
break her back with endless toil
until we see her on her knees
"Get back to work you lazy bitch!"
We'll howl and beat her more
we won't relent until she's spent
used up and broken on the floor

How Torto Got Her Shell

Torto the lizard looked round the bay
and watched the crabs and fleas
she saw their armor and thought to herself
"Survival for them sure looks like a breeze!"
and promptly turned inside out.

Graveyard Dance

a perfect date would never end
a graveyard dance among the dead
decay and rot would fill our head
the scent of fire and blood and smoke
our love would tango and we'd both choke
from our writhing grows a chinkapin oak
in high desert sundown blush