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The Enterprising Catalyst |
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After Santa Monica Boulevard |
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last night
the flowers are all blooming in the cemetery
very fertile things are buried
very fertile things are rising to the surface
and their heads now break the soft new ground
penetrating icebergs
and their crests are dawning
by her freezings and thawings
the roses that lay in memorium
they lay wilted
but look what supple daffodil did
she looks just like a drawing of an areola
(hey!)
in my seventh grade anatomy textbook
and this collar smells like vomit
cause someone puked up on it
in the stairwell last night
many times
but its probably gonna be alright
from new england soil
new rocks, fruit, each spring
where soil cleaves enough she brings
soil cleaves enough she brings
like a once ago
like a long once swallowed bowling ball
like a long ago once swallowed bowling ball
and their heads are brought up to the surface
penetrating icebergs
and their crests are dawning
by her freezings and thawings
by her freezings and thawings
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