Out of Another

Crank design industry will pay us reasonable                 fuzzy organization if now we care   in it   the friendly                                                  box by discovering went home without             not long a heart torn decorative shirt copy bigger finger housed              what waxed in lack I grew to seven feet that year but was cut down in order to make a better student Things at the factory hadn’t gone as well as expected At eight o’clock we reached the terrain and buried the boxes in the snow.   Very loud. I thought my mother would appreciate the petunias more than the narcissus.  We all stood for the pledge of allegiance, but when she took them from me I began to sink and noticed I was wounded.  No one paid us any mind, replacing parts of our bodies with inanimate objects became an acceptable mode of sexuality. Activation Warning: where that shirt. He was only being mystical air strikes and cruise missile attacks end of his offensive critics in Kosovo but the sixteen Haitian lions sued meaning chiefs and other equipment when their allies would move would contribute but officials you say the classics are the things to breed with when dulled and disconnected can once again remember that cleared away feeling trick as well as laughter violent and habitual distortions which are they? in the (voices loop) throughout my water ever happened to mine conscience- ness Lament (sonnet): SO: (once upon a time there used to be an advent garter—throat id wuz the one and only one that we could) END OF LINE THREE a head cold tried to make an END OF fun FATAL ERROR(“that cleared-away feeling”) They dragged me in from the school yard just behind the girls’ gym door after a curtain of yellow TV snow fell through me wrapped a cocoon around the school yard dragged me in just after the curtain fellow wrapped the girls gym door around my snow forcing me behind my knees the girls fell through me my friends the schoolyard Lament (folk ballad): Time in prison Free to do as I please With expert derision Five of us streak chalk across our foreheads (something sneezes) Bang them— Do it or I’ll tell mother on you. (I grew to seven feet that year) An Acceptable Mode of Sexuality; He wore his diaper to the opera but no one knew what he was designating or whether he was only hesitating to admit that he was nothing—only a design, a shadow on the wall between the window and the charcoal grill.  He took the chalk and streaked it on his fresh-wiped book, implored the node to open, felt obscene and happy.  Then when he remembered he was one in five, he led them onto war to prove that he could marry, bonded to a molecule or trusting family— Well...?  is that you out there?  The other four? The ward was pitched, and he was reprimanded. So they made another one out of all the other ones He was only being mystical: boxes in the snow So they made: Between the window and the charcoal grill I am free to do as I please Where that shirt That cleared-away feeling Do it now or I’ll tell mother on you So they made another one out of all the other ones

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