It’s about                    Ball fits

Any fool can get into an ocean

Some say the world will end in fire,

You find it when you’re tearing up your life,

I.   March 1979 and I am watching Nazis

Children under, say, ten, shouldn't know

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My doggy ate my essay.

It was winter, near freezing,

Leaves that fall.

You asked me once,

Tonight the bear

She lip-syncs “Hello God,” then “9 to 5.”

All the time I pray to Buddha

Hassan hasn’t talked

We gathered in a field southwest of town,

or is it African American, Neosoul Love Jones finger snap negro,

“Mother dear, may I go downtown

Bird in high heels

I am reminded, by the tan man who wings the elevator