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Magnolias
strange songs in my head
piddling notes that stretch
above the maple
tree where I built my
platform above broad
magnolias my
chums hid behind we
used magnolia
seeds as our grenades
intricate rhythms
played on tinny things
toy pianos flutes
plastic drums and hats
plying us with wished
for sounds of war made
delicate machines
kaput early we
worshiped under steel
science overhead
waiting for blossoms
to explode on us
Party
After my Irish grandma yelled,
"The Matthias' boys ain't wanted
at the party," there was no one
left to care for her except my
mother--my Quaker grandpa had
already got himself a new
gal, and my other uncles, aunts,
and cousins had things to attend
not including grandma's pending
death--so Mom worked at Selective
Service, and while my dad harassed
her to marry him she tended
her mother--now Dad tends my mom
as she falls deeper into death,
the place all are invited guests.
Asa Nisi Masa
stickiness the glue
sap or flour and water
simple jizz zoom
and there it is!
stinking of garlic
if that's the night's repast
unroped in ropes that stick
blessed with this gummy mess
stressed and unstressed
prodded
sap from wounds
a brood mingling and rising
as some unholy feat waferlike
the body daubed overmuch
with dough and spent
the sin of too much oil
water and milk and not enough
flour paste unless
kneaded
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