America's age-all abundance!
Come!
Consider the
leafy-rose milk
dripping thru holes in Mary's breast
while she (the now of old) lays belly-up in her living room
thumbing over her floor-length housecoat
containing: 1 pack of Virginia Slims
1 wad of cat hair
1 lipstick, used
The sonic sons,
(a lawyer, a bank robber)
hold the child's dark ear
ask her to speak gentle the moon or manger:
"What if we were to act through number?
Change will occur through the calculation of your oddity -
Speak us planets, woman. The country is conquered."
She revised, domesticated,
is unlovely
wetting herself to the dust squall mirrored bird.
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