| Time slows I doze. |
| In a bath of cream and ink a vacant girl smiles,
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| and all around
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| Her toys move. |
| The water is crazy blue. |
| The water is crazy blue. |
| Above, nine
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| Doves water her with sleep. |
| There’s a stripping child show, and from the ceiling
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| Thumbs snow. |
| The sky is crazy blue. |
| The sky is crazy blue. |
| Croquet-Sunday, and
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| All the balls I sink are really sunsets so all around me night flies.
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| The stars are
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| Crazy blue. |
| The stars are crazy blue. |
| Dreams mean my brain’s on break. |
| It takes
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| My day and starts to say a fable. |
| A no rules game, rearrange reigns. |
| Takes my
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| Whims and swims circles 'round sense. |
| Cockroaches climb the clocks and the
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| Cuckoos are all Jewish. |
| We’re naked except for the plaided patch you’re
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| stitching
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| Into my groin. |
| «Don't stop me,» you say, «this is something I’ve been needing to
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| Do for a long time.» |
| «All right,» I reply. |
| Then I’m kissing you in a long blue
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| boat;
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| It’s a plastic yacht, with Chicanos on deck. |
| They bail the jellyfish from the
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| boat
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| And then drink it. |
| «It's the only way to keep them from stinging the tourists,»
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| one
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| Man says. |
| The air is icy-cold, but we are happy, we are getting married.
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| Now it’s
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| The desert at dusk. |
| The sky is blue chrome. |
| I pick one sequin from your dress
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| and
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| Then kiss it. |
| I put the sequin into the sky. |
| «That's my star,» I say.
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| «And I’m your
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| Cowboy.» |