a city boy's guide to the south

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Saturday, June 04, 2005

The Springtime Reformed Catholic KMart Landscape Poem

Give me the 2-foot aphasic Jesus,
I crave the lobotomy of lawn--

that beer-tale 'smatter of urbana
cum fescue
squirreled in amongst oaks and hydrangea.

I'll prune to the roots of my celibate
store card and brandish the plastic; abandon

this dog-winter ague in favor of banquets,
the thrall of the Chaminade rose.

Then bathtub bisque porcelain
Mary shall sing
from the depths of her tangerine grotto;

(she's blotto, you know)--
the suburban rye stone queen
adored by spore lichen,

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