I DREAMED I SAW MAMA LAST NIGHT
for Hank Williams
I've just been to heaven to clear up an inconsistency/to buy the seven Spanish angels
I dreamed about Mama
in the pink refrigerator
She had to know the fluids' order of importance
We were safe
from God's whims
Before she went to rest
thirsty for a royal flush
And once she told me disappearances are remembered longest
When you're grown
and doubled and drained
To women and to men
earth and air
Perhaps I'll sleep to free the fixed stars
Perhaps I'll sleep and bet the farm and win
The whole night through
the right oil might have worked
And so it seemed the price, the theory/the scope wouldn't narrow after all
Night and day
the suffragette sleeps in the book
We knew a mother's care
among the inhuman sausages
Then came the night chaos reigned in the liquor cabinet
We were called together
after the breakfast of champions
Round her bed
an invisible wall rose
She prayed to God
man's best friend
on the percussion track
To keep her children well wrapped, fresh for as long as possible
Safe from harm
asleep for decades
Throughout the years
two icepicks buried in a closet
My dream is a treasure, a developing story about a burger place
I dreamed about mama carrying the red plastic gasoline container
Last night
an orange tasted like a devil dog
the screen failed to do its job
* IT'S A PITY
for Junior Parker
It's a pity
the irascible Franciscan
baked the camera
Oh mopey dovetailing
It's a shame
slaves paid for monks
to flatten scissors
I caught the vampire
in his sandwich shop
My baby vanished
on behalf of God
Yeah plug swallows
With another man
left is possible
and right probable
She told me the dark
loved me sluicely
evenhanded caboodle
I was formulaic
expansionary Mithridates
Her only man prepped
suggestions of peacenik
Why did she stigmatize
this private thanksgiving
Hurt me on spec
on the prime monsoon
I can't understand
the urge to foretell
the sordid sideshow
Oh meaningful deceit
It's a pity
to simulate tabulation
of primary mismanagement
Ooh methinks toothy
It's a shame
nameless sellers
taken for pregnancy
Yeah blameless festering
*
She took the rancer
All my money peed
to skydome applications
All dwarf trees
I owed approximately
16 left-handed negations
She wasn't happy
independently I think
after Santa Rosa fell
Yeah mules sink
With my love alone
in various greens
Oh meet the prudence
It's a pity
so many topsoils
afflict the nonage
Ooh the lalique
It's a shame
to count to seven
and win nothing
I wonder if Stevenson
defeated the syndrome
Can I get a witness
to the extent the hydrant
Yeah percolated
Yeah manufactured
Yeah yeah yeah sat still
I wonder when Mega
tests the Peacemaker
Can I get a witness
a beginner at proof
the precious membrane
It's a pity
the bride traverses
the canvas memory
* TOO
Too precious for a purple handshake
from the irregular headhunter
of soybean fields, too laced with strychnine,
too immanent in the shining microscope
of our toilsome ointment, too pointy,
too true, too telegenic in the powders,
too florid for the old peppercorns
and their musty certainty, too homogeneous
in dime-a-dozen panicles, too talky
to jump, too mortified by the pioneer
in this department of grave-robbing
to demand an interview with her dignity
the breaded dish, too cruelly leased,
too belladonna, too maggoty for Cossacks
so early in the day of Beelzebub
and New Riders of the Purple Sage,
no way around it, too health-conscious,
too implicated in the original incandescence
of long-past years, wind blowing,
too precise, too foul-mouthed for joy,
too bespeckled for entangling lunches
by the marina, too oratorical,
too ambiguous for drudgery
of a true-to-form, cold-blooded,
dysfunctional front….
Too horoscopic,
too meddlesome for the tonic of omniscience
and fly-by-night irrigation systems,
too Hellenizing, too magnanimous to pool
the banking, too poiled to fragment
the Bessarabian, illogical Canada,
too browbeaten, too infinitesimal,
too piqued for ointment or Ellen
or the sizable disallowance for boys,
too next-in-line, too open-for-business,
too breakfasted, too indoctrinated
in the just cause of sausage factories,
too demoniacal, acrobatic, Hippocratic,
too legislated into and out of existence
an infinite number of times, too tucked,
too tooled for boiling some crawdads,
too broken, too unbroken
* TU
say
egg
brace
hold
peace
breath
laces
test
fulfils
say
egg
brace
aims
play
filth
ilk
toe
egg
and
nest
feather
bone
horse
felt
say
egg
brace
office
toe
filth
position
oil
of
oil
of
oil
only
say
egg
brace
play
name
less
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