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October 26, 2005

Math-Rock-Scissors

Lauren Bender

etch-a-sketch
cloud ledger says winter, brothers grew beards and then shaved them
no more shall we speak his name
when you're on you're fucking on
and one thing's for certain
the righting was left on the wall with a brontosaurus
cat calls to the mourning dove
sheets for curtains
we just love those red rooms
she said, "equation"

undershirt sans pants
just like that, your penis, unassuming
just like that, your eyes, back in your head
finger up another’s nostril
still life with man in buttondown shirt
locks his feet under the radiator for sit-ups,
hungover

circle gets the square in first-person football
Ravi Shankar gets the overdub
you bet she fucks like a racehorse
after waking to gospel
on this beautiful sunday morning

Posted by Rock Heals at October 26, 2005 12:00 AM