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ОглавлениеDollar Dollar Bill
One more Jacobean kiss
and you’ll wind up related to me.
One more emotion
and I’m coming for you, like a sparrow.
Set your phenomenology
on the windowsill.
Filthy, meet Family. Family,
I want to get marketable again.
In the meantime, what are your thoughts
on a completely male garden?
As little closure, maybe, as there is
a permanence? This being, also, the time
of the wandering Miss Americas.
Loose thumb-bones, rattling
in a mint tin. One more emotion
and both Dakotas will explode.
One more condition
and I’ll be exiting my relevance.
And what was it, finally,
so dead about him, Family?
I think I just saw a fox.
Yes, with its little foxen teeth,
like Ezekiel’s. Of course, you were off busy,
revising your plague journals.
Bringing clock to the beltline
of Orion. What could’ve you done
about the remaining days
no longer outnumbering us?
Voice of the dying groupie
like a deck of cards being shuffled.
One last electromagnetic pulse,
one last electromagnetic pulse,
and the neutral bodies of the dead
dropping from our larger, living bodies.
The truth? I thought the castration threat
a touch on the heavy side of the tonality.
But you got your point across.
And by then, we were a much
cleaner people, anyway.