Spring starts when a heartbeat's pounding
when the birds can be heard above the reckoning carts doing some final accounting
lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction
he's been getting reprieve from the heat in the frozen-food section
don't tell me what the poets are doing
don't tell me that they're talking tough
don't tell me that they're anti-social
somehow not anti-social enough
and Porn speaks to its splintered legions
to the pink amid the withered cornstalks in them winter regions
while aiming at the archetypal father
Don't tell me what the poets are doing
on the street and the epitome of vague
don't tell me how the universe is altered
when you find out how he gets paid
if there's nothing more that you need now
lawn cut by bare-breasted woman
beach bleached, towels within reach for the woman gotta make it
that'll make it by swimming
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