i'll hold it in uses its brain sing hymns to a basketball treat it blue eyes and as my own with psychiatrists when it hears country and western ballads
and never got fixtures humming
i'll marry it and to mandalay maybe it fits right under your pantleg
i need a heart regular never bleeding i'll name it pants are loose enough and in its tropics i'll compare drink enough saxophone to find out but only behind vomit passenger ships whenever you think of her and talk about the road to mandalay
the road to mandalay where the frozen dinners play
as if i were dogs mouth shrinks it has blue eyes and uses its brain for a basketball dogs that have more taste not above more taste i need heart fixtures humming electrical like a vein called back regular the road's about to go off sing hymns to treat it as my arm
originally published in The Flying Dog (1993)
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