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 loose and crazy these female dinosaurs                         dinosaur as in destined to become exstinct?

busy buttering hunk to hunk                                          no clue
            
 loose only for a piece of rump                               maybe a small clue, but no way to make that fit to the rest of the poem
 

and give me some toast                           real toast or the one you have to a glass of wine or something?

 let me watch the sun                      as if expecting / fearing something   or maybe it is another sun, a more dangerous one

as it touches off flowers like dynamite               an explosion, but the flowers are not the explosives

like fireflies on nuclear power cycles             why the cycles not plants?

honest-to-god real lightning and thunder bugs              great line

bumblebees big as mountains but turning on dimes         mutating insects?   is there another meaning for dime than the money? so far I don´t get why they turn on dimes.


stay out of their way                      and out of the area


 

 who gave me this day?         disorientation, waking up after the blast?

 it's plain
it's gray
 it's got nothing to say       
it shipped me live
next day express                  postapocalyptic    

and now i'm new jersey
and i should have been new York       this is one the many reasons I believe my whole interpretation is wrong
 

 and i should have been a nice house and a pretty garden            if whatever had not happened

and not this beat-up cardboard box with a wet bottom          homeless
 
but my top's dry               no clue
begging                             no clue
to be set on fire                    no fucking clue
 
 


i may be very far off, but this is what i think about when reading the poem