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Can You Still Take Me There

 


Indeed extreme, 

maybe maidens

in macrame, 

Restaurant play,

depressants, 

in vitro, 

In utero—

Bozos on benzos 

get on my last nerve. 


What about that 

cast iron pan?

I burned 

The eggs again—

absenteeism, 

criticism: 

And if they really knew, 

would they tell us so?

 

That's what separates 

the men from the men. 

My windows are

Tinted on the inside—

Do you see me

Not seeing you?

And if the farthest drive 

to the oldest cemetery 

is impassable, 

can you still 

take me there? 

 

Ahead,

rows of pansies,

purple velvet 

and midnight blue

are all I can remember. 

The pines stretching 

Ten-year-old arms

after sleep without dreams. 

Sound as Sandman.

I see your feet flex.

 

Tuesday broke Wednesday, 

Thursday took off. 

Who is there to blame? 

Between refrains 

we hit refresh.

Coat the bananas 

with chocolate and nuts, 

And save 

shredded carrots

for the hamster.


Oh That's what separates 

the men from the men. 

My windows are

Tinted on the inside—

Do you see me

Not seeing you?

And if the farthest drive 

to the oldest cemetery 

is impassable, 

can you still 

take me there? 

(Will you still 

take me there?)



(C) 2024 BMI

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