Monday, September 16, 2013

Adjustment


I reject my doll
face in the same way

that two squirrels
spiral up a poplar.

If you squeeze
the water baby

its head will launch into
the bedroom of animalia.

Now get dreamy
with a real plastic boy

your hands on
the patented Soulknob.

The squirrels
are dialed-in,

turned up,
their cheeks full of nuts.

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