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Vision Asleep
There's that dame at Dollar General,
O and the one that works in the eye
department, little section, at the front of
a popular box department store,
she's a good one.
Sometimes wears glasses herself,
blonde, thin, young, pretty,
in skirt, heels, and lab coat.
A dream out of something postLovecraft.
An intern or university student in a movie.
University—what a word:
I have my eye on it.
The fishes swiggle out
like sperm to an egg.
The doors are opening, businesses are reopening.
(Once I went up to her and another woman and asked where they
kept the batteries in the store, just to have had me on her
mind—that once.)
Where will they go?
I cannot say that I'm a monster,
my nose is just the right size
to see beyond—
: What was her name? Well, it
doesn't matter. A pretty face makes a name.
Two eyes, yeah, back to that . . .
There's nothing exceptionally wrong with me.
I came out of a fumy stew of stars
as any of us.
I can ask a question to a girl in a lab coat.
As anyone,
I walk the street in broad daylight.
I can see the sun, no matter how hard I look.
Makenzee; unnamed girl in the vision section at Walmart;
Matilda, Amber and the tattooed girl at the store,
and the blonde there with the nice bottom;
I want to tell you that I love you.—But I won't.
I wouldn't do that to you. Not yet.
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Vision Asleep
There's that dame at Dollar General, Is it possible to make this a drugstore or a country store: or how about a convenience store,
O and the one that works in the eye
department, little section, at the front of
a popular box department store,
she's a good one.
Sometimes wears glasses herself,
blonde, thin, young, pretty,
in skirt, heels, and lab coat.
A dream out of something postLovecraft. This reference immediately turns the entire direction, context and setting of this experiment.
An intern or university student in a movie.
University—what a word:
I have my eye on it.
The fishes swiggle out
like sperm to an egg.
The doors are opening, businesses are reopening.
(Once I went up to her and another woman and asked where they
kept the batteries in the store, just to have had me on her
mind—that once.) Doing market studies in various settings in order to understand the conduits and circuitry Where will they go? of the energy grid, since you can't get that kind of thing off the shelf, very
reasonable experiment
I cannot say that I'm a monster,
my nose is just the right size
to see beyond—
: What was her name? Well, it
doesn't matter. A pretty face makes a name.
Two eyes, yeah, back to that . . .
There's nothing exceptionally wrong with me.
I came out of a fumy stew of stars
as any of us.
I can ask a question to a girl in a lab coat.
As anyone, The appearance of these lines, from out of the chaos of the market is spare and almost
I walk the street in broad daylight. elegant.
I can see the sun, no matter how hard I look.
Makenzee; unnamed girl in the vision section at Walmart;
Matilda, Amber and the tattooed girl at the store,
and the blonde there with the nice bottom;
I want to tell you that I love you.—But I won't.
I wouldn't do that to you. Not yet.
plutocratic polyphonous pandering
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I thought this is one of my worst poems. But I wrote it inspired by the girl at Walmart and the girl at Dollar General.
Yes, it's a Lovecraft poem.
I find myself sexually attracted to 80 year old men, and sexually attracted to 11 year old girls.
Hence the monster in the poem.
"As anyone,
I walk the street in broad daylight.
I can see the sun, no matter how hard I look."
That is the heart of the poem.
"Makenzee;"
That is the name of the 19 year old at Dollar General.
I know she's 19 because we had that conversation.
She turns 20 October 30.
The vision girl at Walmart. I don't know her name. Hence the poem. I'd like
to!
The
