later, they planted their feet
in water.
she turned to him, and said “i won’t run far”
he lobbed a coconut into her hair
like a baby monitor.
the sun set and put the ocean on fire.
he was worried for her safety.
he held a coconut to his mouth
hoping it was god’s ear.
certain things square off
at a great distance,
somewhere something is crying.
it is most likely a seagull.
‘marilyn,’ he told the coconut,
‘tonight there will be bingo.
promptly at 7.’
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sitting in that hospital bed, with the gauzy drapes
and the sound of the sea,
he thought about all those good intentions
with which he’d set about.
marilyn found god in the coconut trees.
john fitzgerald kennedy rewrote the new testament
on the pages of a tv guide.
he saw the face of our father in the best of intentions
in the morning erection
the fire bombing of dresden
the 52% chance of marital failure
the advent of astro-turf
and all the other things
we find to be beyond our control.
and the sound of the sea,
he thought about all those good intentions
with which he’d set about.
marilyn found god in the coconut trees.
john fitzgerald kennedy rewrote the new testament
on the pages of a tv guide.
he saw the face of our father in the best of intentions
in the morning erection
the fire bombing of dresden
the 52% chance of marital failure
the advent of astro-turf
and all the other things
we find to be beyond our control.
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years ago in dallas, texas lee harvey oswald
perched in a book depository window
waiting.
across the lawn was lyndon baines johnson,
vice-president,
patriot,
marksman.
crouching in the hot sun.
when the squib went off,
kennedy held his breath
for three days.
jackie was inconsolable.
ladybird brought her a new pink hat
like a miniature pillbox.
later, he woke up in a small villa
somewhere in south america
and marilyn monroe got away as soon as she could.
perched in a book depository window
waiting.
across the lawn was lyndon baines johnson,
vice-president,
patriot,
marksman.
crouching in the hot sun.
when the squib went off,
kennedy held his breath
for three days.
jackie was inconsolable.
ladybird brought her a new pink hat
like a miniature pillbox.
later, he woke up in a small villa
somewhere in south america
and marilyn monroe got away as soon as she could.
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the names have come back
they are nipping at my heels
like how once a mama hen gets a taste of her own eggs
they’re all she’ll eat.
there are celebrities dying everywhere in hotel beds.
i wonder if any of them are planning on joining JFK.
unless no one told them.
they are nipping at my heels
like how once a mama hen gets a taste of her own eggs
they’re all she’ll eat.
there are celebrities dying everywhere in hotel beds.
i wonder if any of them are planning on joining JFK.
unless no one told them.
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what lead us here?
gps & text messages.
google maps & wikipedia.
i drop names like there’s a hole in my pocket full of names.
i’ve heard tell of a youth movement in the north
that may have moved so far in that direction
that it is now south.
they are camping out in book depositories
and have seen the face of the father
in the space between radio stations.
this is not an indictment,
this is reporting.
gps & text messages.
google maps & wikipedia.
i drop names like there’s a hole in my pocket full of names.
i’ve heard tell of a youth movement in the north
that may have moved so far in that direction
that it is now south.
they are camping out in book depositories
and have seen the face of the father
in the space between radio stations.
this is not an indictment,
this is reporting.
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