The one with the pot belly and the lollipop makes a good sad naturalness out of Nation Time
What is this about . That tame time when attention had songs to fend for and the other woman has
time to manicure her nails came out like an order in stereo (slow type, heat wave, rifle at the dinner table across from blank paper as we mine the sermon for forgotten members).
All women have time for that , and enmity , and spastic tenderness like a good commercial. Calm be-stilling tenderness also. And cherry red nails / This one
uses the diabetic sap from her candy and mangled hot cheetos ™ and that shit is beautiful to
melt in twos and infinities to believing that trite othering until you die of feeble mindedness
Resurrect in the dire will of a parched field a little jaundiced from your belief
in the past
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Six months later, 1967 , most of our cities were not on fire but the ones that are be blazing like a nigga with a habit I took to the glass looking for King's reflection - shadow - mask and endless aptitude and He was in there with the other girl blue begging the wind to cry mary or judas
What is this about we wondered? Why's the quiet folk hero stuck between mercy and self-destruction in some broken shop window and for all we know happier there than with us
