Redondo Beach Furniture
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
For all the romance novels in the room
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…
Door IV: Accordion
(What Home is Love?)
Without doubt this one is painted on something real.
The house has ribs, it is like a body that way
right down to the great vacancy on the inside.
The key someone forgot to put up. Put up.
And they don’t seem to be sitting down to a meal
do they? Strange, boy
on the other side of me
(Left of the camouflage
army men
under the tarp
in the rumpus room)
has a leak, a hole in the roof
of a head. We’ve settled on it, and vanished.
OK. But which ones were sent for caulk?
Do they have a mission, even?
Going to the hardware store. Going to the hardware store. Going to the hardware store.
Nurse, it’s so difficult to see anyone,
I would lay them to sleep in the alders,
lead them to the great shrubbery.
(They can always hear the lights go out
and on the drive they’ll sit up like boxwood, and myrtle, and gray
vicars)
because it’s pitchfork: pitchfork
I think.
that we’ve been hit with
Popping Xanax on the Miracle Mile
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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