I. Unnamed Found-and-pound her little mut me Found-and-pound we all become Found-and-pound was she Tubed up so that the broken drum Of her lung could still functi Myself the one whacked out without conjunction I woke with her bad breath in my mouth After her death everything went South For a long while. II. Pastoral, maybe My poem fell into the wrong crowd as I was visiting the Garden Center in my SUV with and Jake, our gardener, driving. Huh huh huh To buy me a magnolia stellata sapling or a loud Japanese plum - huh huh huh It peered instead at the bottles of Ortho Orthene on the shelf “kills the queen and destroys the mound ” it read to itself And suddenly it knew that it had taken a side Huh huh huh When Troy was destroyed with every kind of -cide Hum hum hum So don’t think a flower, carefully etched, can save you From returning to the mound with some kind of bait And thus I pushed my cart through the Garden Center gate.
“I’m so bored. I hate my life.” - Britney Spears
Das Langweilige ist interessant geworden, weil das Interessante angefangen hat langweilig zu werden. – Thomas Mann
"Never for money/always for love" - The Talking Heads