blue hill avenue,
where the reds turned
you know what
you know what it means
to go back north?
you know what?
i found a house--all dead and such
I went in through the back basement
and found rotten shoes everywhere
what was that dead house doing with all those goddamn shoes?
No shit, no bodies, no days
No animals either
My yellow hair in the mirror
It made me put ‘I’ back into my shit
And prowl or scuttle
catastrophically drunk
Like a little girl chasing a pigeon
In a green, green park
Green and yellow
Also blue
A sham, a horrid joke
A grand trash can I peeped in
saw my yellow hair
all over the place
I'm blessing every strand
every strand a sleepy sheep
and I’ve got the staff
(just like the bad ewe!)
(just like inside jokes with myself!)
*who might not laugh
even if they werent distant
waving curses at the north
fleeing Harvard croquet games
really, nobody sees me run
because, you know
they don’t look at me
blue hill avenue,
give me back my garish yellow hair
and my bastion of dirt
where I cast princess smiles no more
(remember when I smiled at people on the street!)
(I might as well have had a magic wand made of marble teeth!) lol california!
swabbed and serene north,
boston isn’t really the north
what about blue hill avenue?
Catastrophically drunk, illiterate
When I got there I heard the shots
Monday afternoon, too early to get shot,
Putting ‘I’ back in my shit
Should I keep taking my pills?
goodbye adoring 16 year olds
goodbye friendly freight train black snot
goodbye black cypress bayou
(with black lipstick, still!)
I’ll rememememember numbers
Hang onto a patch of yelelellow hair
And take all(all!)(all!)(all!) of my daily pills
im on the bus to
blue hill avenue------smiling shaky
(like a werewolf tied to a viper!)
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