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The rose bushes are plummeting upward

My baby-blue sick guts

Calculating out the time

In a warp, a bend

Of space all nonsense

Geranium machines

Rattling off methodical defense

Bullet showers in the windows

Curtain calls

Charm and sun and blood

The euphoric day of another world

Take me to Eden Sands

A place in the deserted mountains

Big blue blocks of solitary lust

Living room vapors

And the looking out upon

Sunsets in window frames

Quiet rocks

Undisturbed trees

The Buttermilk Woman cackling

A tuna salad sandwich on a plate

And Waylon Jennings on the stereo

So we go smoke pot in the basement

Orange, brown, basement

Golden visages of shadow people

A family room with TV, fireplace, patio, a couch, a game system

The smell of loneliness

Glass doors, shrub oak

Spanish javelins

Green like aloe

Shallow thoughts, laughter via the grass

Sin and that loneliness

Lost time, emptiness still

The sun

The eye of the galaxy

Watching us all