1. Super Bon Bon
2. Soft Serve
3. White Girl
4. Circles

1. Super Bon Bon

Move aside,
and let the man go through.
Let the man go through.

If I stole
Somebody else's wave
To fly up.

If I rose
Up with the avenue
Behind me.

Some kind of verb.
Some kind of moving thing.
Something unseen.
Some hand is motioning
to rise, to rise, to rise.

Too fat, fat you must cut lean.
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon
Super bon bon, Super bon bon.

And by
The phone
I live
In fear
Sheer Chance
Will draw
You in
To here.

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2. Soft Serve

The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun,
I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk.
Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt and
Watch the water roll down.

Phantom kisses buzzing like the insects.
Beads of sweat dripping down on the rent check.
My Candyland melted down to syrup while I
Watched the water roll down.

And here comes the lust in phaze,
but you're down in Marietta.
So sweet my mouth was seared,
But the words you mouthed were sweeter.

My Sister,
Your words can be held against you in a court of law.

My Sister, You owe no allegiance to the facts.

And you're talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the clause in the lease about the late rent.
Ringing like the random call patched to the payphone.
Talking like the water rolls down.

Talking like the saint on the site of the accident.
Talking like the botched shot, attempt on the President.
Ringing like the change in the legless man's Dixie Cup.
Talking like the water rolls down.

Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Day Undone,
Watch the water roll down.

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3. White Girl

White Girl,
Market at Van Ness,
Heels to drag,
Discombobulated.
Air all soft around,
Hear the man singing,
Inclines and wires,
Telegraph Avenue.

Look away and she's eastbound, out of sight.

Dropped here,
By the hand of the Astronaut,
Builder of the pyramids,
The man from outer space.
Innocent farmgirl,
Raised by the aliens,
Out in Northridge,
Out in the larger world.

Look away and she's eastbound, out of sight.

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4. Circles

When you were languishing
in rooms I built to foul you in.
And when the wind set down
in funnel form and pulled you in.

I don't need to walk around in circles.

And when the ghostly dust
of violence traces everything.
And when the gas is drained,
just wreck it, you insured the thing.

But I can't sigh now that you made the move;
it has gone and gone to dogs;
lay down on the floor.
For the right price I can get everything;
slip into the car;
go driving to the farthest star.

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