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Edward G Robinson Jr. (class warfare)
My greatest fear is my parents dying
if I only had to make it 3 years
return to can smoking cigarette, drinking gin
massive coronary, like Elvis. But Elvis is still alive
elvis, rod steiger, princess diana
she's not a princess yet
just like any other bimbo at the marina
swat birds with tacking sails
tie sides of beef under polo horse saddle
after security is assured all thats left is play
passing through the cold landscape of existing
emotional density is spread thin for vast distances
then these bright burning bodies emerge
warp the space around them, drag and ripple, distort and explode
you can tilt the axis of the earth by crying every night for 11 days
to make it easier to fall asleep
to appreciate the wrenching of emotional mass
why should I feel anything
to stay moving and keep fed
to rear up tiny sperms into battle hardened cyborgs
