We all look mass-produced here, like God got a discount buying the million pack of humans in cool summer neutrals— Ecru Mushroom, Pinot Grigio, Serengeti Sun.
I should buy my dresses wholesale too, the family pack,
so I don't ever run out
(on everyone).
I wear my part like a dress while I sweep
and whistle like Cinderella with her mice.
Strike that, we can't keep rodents;
the HOA slanders vermin. Hissing cockroaches and scorpions are for outlandish people who fail to assimilate. So, we get presentable pets:
Shih Tzu, Chihuahua,
Pekingese, Pomeranian.
I'm one of those people now
whose fantasies actualize choosing a paint swatch
from four different shades of cafe au lait.
I'm becoming one with this stage set
of weatherproof, composite siding.
What would Bukowski say?
Whine, whine, wine.
Pop. Clink.
You're right, Charles, I shouldn't complain
since the drone life is smooth
and there's abundant company
among rows and rows of common blooms,
no less beautiful for being clones.
We're a North Dakota sunflower field,
all smiling up at a humdrum star.
We all look mass-produced here,
like God got a discount buying
the million pack of humans in cool summer neutrals—
Ecru Mushroom, Pinot Grigio, Serengeti Sun.
I should buy my dresses wholesale too, the family pack,
so I don't ever run out
(on everyone).
I wear my part like a dress while I sweep
and whistle like Cinderella with her mice,
but nicely dressed and less maligned.
Strike that, we can't keep rodents;
the HOA is prejudiced against vermin.
So, we get presentable pets:
Shih Tzu, Chihuahua,
Pekingese, Pomeranian.
Emperor scorpions and hissing cockroaches
are for outlandish people who fail to assimilate.
I'm one of those people now
whose fantasies of originality actualize
by choosing a paint swatch
from four different shades of cafe au lait.
I'm becoming one with this stage set
of Baja Beige, weatherproof, composite siding.
What would Bukowski say?
Whine, whine, wine.
You're right, Charles, I shouldn't complain
since the drone life is smooth
and there's abundant company
among rows and rows of common blooms,
no less beautiful for being clones.
We're a North Dakota sunflower field,
all smiling up at a humdrum sun.
We all look mass-produced here,
like God got a discount buying the million pack of humans
in cool summer neutrals— Ecru Mushroom, Pinot Grigio, Serengeti Sun. I should buy my dresses wholesale too,
the family pack, so I don't ever run out (on everyone).
I play a part, becoming one
with this stage set of Baja Beige,
weatherproof, composite siding: ThePorcelain Mater,
The Breast Who Doesn't Sweat.
I wear my part like a dress while I sweep and whistle like Cinderella with her mice, but better dressed and less maligned. Strike that, we can't keep rodents; the HOA is prejudiced against pests. So, we get presentable pets:
Shih Tzu, Chihuahua,
Pekingese, Pomeranian.
Emperor scorpions and hissing cockroaches
are for outlandish people who fail to assimilate.
I planted purple velvet petunias and covered the gaps of exposed earth with cedar, but its spicy red is bold; others chose white pebble or brown loam. Perhaps waxen pansies will appease the bedroom windows across the road, placate the unblinking eyes who eternally mind the sidewalks.
I'm one of those people now whose fantasies of originality actualize by choosing a paint swatch from among four different shades of cafe au lait. What would Bukowski say? Whine, whine, wine.
You're right, Charlie, I shouldn't complain since the drone life is smooth and there's abundant company among rows and rows of common blooms, no less beautiful for being clones. We're a North Dakota sunflower field, all smiling up at a humdrum sun.
We all look mass-produced here, like God got a discount buying the million pack of humans
in cool summer neutrals— Ecru Mushroom, Pinot Grigio, Serengeti Sun. I should buy my dresses wholesale too, the family pack, so I don't ever run out (on everyone).
I wear my part like a dress while I sweep and whistle like Cinderella with her mice, but dressed better and less maligned. Strike that, we can't keep rodents; the HOA is prejudiced against pests. So, we get presentable pets, not hissing cockroaches or emperor scorpions. That's for outlandish people who fail to assimilate.
Our houses coordinate for similarity pleases the eye, but exactness bores. Fantasies of originality actualize as we paint our garage doors a slightly different shade of cafe au lait; together, we're a perfect palate.
I play a part, becoming one with this stage set of Baja Beige, weather-proof, composite siding. My parts are: The Perma-Smile, The Calm Mom, The Breast Who Doesn't Sweat. I've learned my lines and knocked on the doors of my characters' minds, but we can't connect.
What would Bukowski say?
“Whine, whine, wine.”
You're right, Charlie, I shouldn't complain since the drone life is smooth and there's abundant company among rows and rows of common blooms, no less beautiful for being clones. We're a North Dakota sunflower field, all smiling up at a humdrum sun.
I play a part. I wear it like a dress while I sweep and whistle like Cinderella with her mice, but dressed better and less maligned. Strike that, we can't keep rodents; the HOA is prejudiced against pests. So, we get presentable pets, not hissing cockroaches or emperor scorpions. That's for outlandish people who fail to assimilate.
We all look mass-produced here, like God got a discount buying the million pack of humans
in cool summer neutrals— Ecru Mushroom, Pinot Grigio, Serengeti Sun. I should buy my dresses wholesale too, the family pack, so I don't ever run out (on everyone).
Our houses coordinate
for similarity pleases the eye, but exactness bores—the horror! Fantasies of originality actualize as we paint our garage doors a slightly different shade of cafe au lait; together, we're a perfect palate.
I play a part, becoming one with this stage set of Baja Beige, weather-proof, composite siding. My parts are: The Perma-Smile, The Calm Mom, The Breast Who Doesn't Sweat. I've learned my lines and knocked on the doors of my characters' minds, but we can't connect.
What would Bukowski say?
“Whine, whine, wine.”
You're right, Charlie, I shouldn't complain since the drone life is smooth and there's abundant company among rows and rows of common blooms, no less beautiful for being clones. We're a North Dakota sunflower field, all smiling up at a humdrum sun.
