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pretty waitress perfect of fools

jalopy dreams · pretty waitress perfect of fools

she’s a lovely cold sculpture, marble nude with her head cut off
a sexartwar reality keeps the rattle snake that bit her
in a peanut butter jar, like voodoo

she’s a painting of a painting, a revlon reproduction
venus on the half-shell, phosphorus and effervescent, arms wide like
happy hour and everybody’s glow in the dark expectations
coming true

she wears a uniform of fingerprints, her angels in aprons overshadowed
by dogs playing poker, howling her attention
she cleans up and collects whatever beerbelly heroes leave behind
nickels quarter dimes, her rent money jingles

she’s a time-traveling daydream, her mind leaping thru wormholes
body serving smiles here, head swimming in future grace

on long bus rides she rearranges mental furniture (symbolic sofas
in relation to symbolic windows, grand pianos on top of glass coffee tables
on top of brass buddha candle holders)
acrobats and ballet daredevils

she stuffs her soul into shoes too small, stretches her body into double shifts
overtime in underground nightclubs, basements full of hey-dudes
and hey-bros in hey-ho-lets-roll rattlesnake bliss
licking each syllable- hey girl
you-wanna-git-wit-thissssssssssssssssssssss?

she’s twenty-seven now, still standing in a doorway, evolving
revolving in and out of fear and doubt and circles of dead inception (sex-
art-war-sex-art-war-sex-art-war-sex-art-war-sex-
art
war)

see her scrubbing tables? see her bleaching her reflection?
scratching thru the surface the varnish comes unglued, see her
wash away? the moment splits in two, a small voice becomes urgent like
some twisted edvard munch screaming
screwthissceneiwantout!

put the wardrobe back on the mannequin
pose it in the kitchen, the display window
back up on the pastry tray
slip out of her mona lisa cage
where the black earth washes her feet
removing miles of bad road
turning stone back to flesh
winter-thawed and summer-bound
aprilish
singing reunited gaia-heart
(i am universe
i am
universe
i am
uni
verse)
see her holding the moon in her hands?
perfect
of poets and fools
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