ROCKET GIRL
I can fly
but don’t tell
anyone
Everyone wants to
but few can
If they find out
they’ll probably
crucify me
or something
pretty bad
In any situation
be it attacking
lion –
or ferocious Nazi
I just lower my
head and dive
into the wind
Up there nobody
bad can reach
me –
I’m free
Why not try it?
Only one thing
I forgot to
mention
You must be
dead dream-drunk
Disappointed?
Yeah, me too.
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Winter 2007
DADDY YOU ARE NO LONGER IMPERSONATING MATTER
Elvis died today in 77 My father in 89
3:16 was the time of death I marked it
by sublimating my grief at H&M Of this
I am not proud But I will say it loud and
clear here at 4:16 p.m. August 16, 2012
Daddy’s black hair blue eyes and
Paul Newman cool make me a fool
for every Elvis impersonator in town
Even though his eyes were a deadly blackish brown
__
Summer 2012
COME LAY ACROSS MY KNEES ANXIOUS LADY FROM DOWNTOWN
Lance is the High Priest of upholstery
Wept when I said that my mother had
blessed him Fixed our chairs in a day
For $339 he gave me foam seats and
re-upholstered my soul Lance said:
You sigh too much You give too much
You can be one of my flock Lay down
on that threadbare chair and I will
make you sing a different tune
By noon tomorrow you will be brand
spanking new or my name isn’t
Lance The Custom Upholsterer
songanddancegirl... at 4
