But to construct
Seems awfully peculiar
But then
Burgundy is my forte
And what little I know about control
Comes in the form of a vitamin
All the little hairs on everyone's heads
Smelling of jojoba
As if that were vanilla and apricot
But it is as yuca
Boiled then sauteed
Fragrant on a table
Alluring until you are full
Of yuca
And then it is dust and cobweb
Sprung up from the soil was also a crab
Keeping his little claw hands to himself
They say he-crab and she-crab
Pincers they say
I would think the man has the two big ones
If the she had them
I'm not quite sure we'd see so many he
In addition to hair
And dust and yuca
And burgundy and balconies
And jojoba and crabs
There also sprung up a fearful spring
Washing away all that left itself out in the open
Down some deliberate drain
Some funny final pool
That never gets full
With pebbles for guts
Slipping and sliding
Sloshing and whooshing
Until there is nothing left
But some tidal pulse
That mocks any hole
And that's about all it does
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3.24.09
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