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David Byrne Blows up the World

Gigantic Prehistoric Metal animals

died here when the glaciers came.

The cold got in their gears

and after the ice had receded, hills swallowed them

so only the backs of the beasts kept out of the earth

and men used their spinal columns as staircases.
 

I watched sleepless in Seattle on a green couch
in a nice basement in a nice house
in a wooded part of Springfield
with a newly converted seventeen year-old christian
named Greg. We went to youth group together.
He had frosted tips and a cherry red muscle car.
We cried together.
Paul was asleep.
Paul later discovered I had stolen his deodorant.
I felt uncomfortable.
What would Applebee’s be without teenagers?

Monoliths hung at the end of the lake

Indeterminably tapered down

Cut at the bottom and framed inexpensively.

The buildings were black rectangles

Running in sweat

That bled into the grey-water

and lapped at my waistline.

We watched a boy in Neon shorts

Surf a foot tall breaker

but was washed back to the beach

That seemed obtuse

to the fresh water sea

As if it were a wall

and it were a floor

I stayed there a while,

and felt the wallpaper

run over my palms

as an acrid sky slipped 

Between the creases

and peeled at the adhesive