Sommer Browning&Brandon Shimoda |
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as read by Toni Browning |
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Hands A Native American man walks into a bowling alley Bar wife Two children in tow Looking To eat some early morning breakfast—young Boy young girl young girl Slightly Older Waitress looks up from a swirling Rag says We don't serve children Here the man about To seat himself at one of twelve tables stops Mid-sit-down Looks up at the waitress Says Excuse me? To which she repeats we don't serve children In here the man’s wife and two children Politely get up and start walking back towards the door Through which they had just entered the man However Does not He is dismayed the rage Is fast to come First to his face second His body this is Bullshit motherfuckers You're not gonna serve me? You're not gonna serve Me? This is Bullshit motherfuckers this is bullshit The breakfast crowd looks up from their plates Applewood-smoked Bacon the sausage Is awful the eggs Remind no one Of the half-eaten melon in the dustyard The sea hung up on the pine The pinecone hung in the sprout Behind where the heads Lolled this is bullshit motherfuckers You're not gonna serve me? you're not gonna Serve me? This Is bullshit Motherfuckers the man's wife And two children Re-emerge Through the window from the bar among The lanes sit Down to order breakfast (same Kitchen) while The man moves rapidly from rage To revolution this is Bullshit motherfuckers This is bullshit You're not gonna serve Me? I'm Gonna burn this fucking Dump to The ground! I'm gonna burn this Fucking Dump to The ground! Gold Coins spring From the slot Machines the bunnies Are white the bunnies are Pink, and springing! * The Blowing Versa (II Fucking Space) India stepped out I take out the trash. Encephalic men flipping meat, clowns on the weenie wheel wolves buckled into the ship, shedding into the wind I sleep in the rain, over the covers Final likenesses mopped. Children in case the edges when middles Midwives elevating the chimney. Saturn is fucking I have not seen since Hawaii Infinity of circles stacked atop varnished wood. A soldier’s wonder and coincidence I sink seawater into a pitcher of Bud Light Hegemony, the way I pronounce it makes money. Big building Dropped by aliens Lanes I will see you |
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