dummy

It’s still (here) but
you do what the lights think of
better–seize in seize in–
limbs clear as steel wands
(for you know how a peach
can grow up and be a tree, too)
you don’t save lives

I’m telling
you’re invested
in the coming and in the going
never the walkers or the joggers
   the strollers
everyone looks approachable
the serious woman
come back

Believe in how it treats you
the sweet amenities

No. Yes. The ship could be half-full and still I’d want to
crawl up into that room with you. To face that terrible seal.
The heart-trapped-rhythm. Sewing-needle. (Lipped.)
Where the girl-hero explains: waves. Explains: sorry?
Deceit, desert / Sudden noise the woodpecker grapples
with. (Absolution? Tell me…) Mascot. Little-bird. Little-
hater. You’ve shorn your head. Tinkle in your downstairs…
pianissimo, plaster. Dream: a pit in my stomach, girl worn
down by a storm. There are no windows in the house 

and I won’t mention the armoire, but for one last time,
though I could, I could…

          What do you make of that blues-man,
                                                hummingbird

                                all this while…

          owls, the
              cars start to fill a lake

                          yr mouth

Edsel
Corvair
DeLorean

                        3 or 4 stars from here

                                      Boss 429—-> Hemi—> GTO

                                                                you don’t
                                                             understand
                                                         why don’t you
                                                                   shut up

four on the floor
suicide door
rumble seat

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Found this review at musicunderwater.com

God that makes me feel old.