Wind Phoenix

Exotic vision
permanently red-light
squinting for hours
natural American spirit doctorate
make love to inanimate objects
pasteboard decked out in Ikea finery

without use of a pole
she swings her thighs
clamped 'round infinity
in the eye of a maelstrom of
Marlboro mail-order memorabilia
rivers mountains and smoking shirt jackets

I am his liver
I'm gray and decaying
my texture's a sidewalk
and Notre Dame's playing
afternoon's wristwatch
deposited in nightstand's drawer

if Jerry knew he'd build a marquee
and charge her silent watchers
and they'd pay in foreign-looking coins
that would turn to dust in his dresser by morning
yeah

you're gaslighting me
I can see through the dusk beams
walking with your fingers in splints
yeah

in her last moments I pined for times
when I could never have dreamed of being responsible
for the charred remains presently huffed by the most famous of
the celebrity teenage drug casualties

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