[MY BATTERY RUNNETH OVER]
My battery runneth over
My lungs and legs are strong
Today I watched two boys throw a football at the sea
Loud and happy, I went for a swim
If this is Romanticism, all the better
My battery runneth over…
Your battery runneth over. Your lungs and legs
are strong. Pink carnation. Astroturf jacket.
Two boys throw a football at a beach on a lake.
Hot molten daylight. Happy and beaming. You go to bed
for a swim. Your battery runneth lovely.
Your life in the process. Mostly of levity. Gravity
changed. Now you will learn to be a rabbit. Now a volcano
that ticks. Plaster-of-Paris. Firm white asparagus.
Your mouth full-throttle. Spectacular arrival.
From apple to football. From breezeway to orange. Enjoy
your vacation. Your life runneth over. O monumental
distance. No battery looks like it or tastes like it.
Your lungs your legs your blood runneth over. Happy
and beaming, you sleep with a football. Now the volcano.
Now the pink jacket. Keeps going and going.
Your gravity… Bunny
RED BIRD PROPHYLACTIC
I give you my word, and my word has red feathers.
The waves against the dog look
magically delicious. I am not a box of cereal.
You are not the fancy name
for a bird watcher. Still, my word
is a cardinal. And since both of us know it,
let’s stop pretending it’s a blood-born
pathogen, shall we? Jimmy hat, O Jimmy hat.
My word, my dog; my darling, my cardinal.
Meanwhile, the waves. See how normal
red is. There’s no need to worry. My word
is a certified electrician crashing against
a dog house. You are not a cereal. I am not
a pretty box. Jimmy hat Jimmy hat, always
wear your Jimmy hat. Fly away cardinal. Go tell it
on the mountain. My word, very frightening,
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