Expectations and Half-and-Half Make a Fine Brandy Alexander
“We need the ballerinas”And so an ivory stripper Named ¡Carrera! Presented proudly Steps forward and that 95 lbs Ribbons the ///forearms/// of the touchers <> They should know better but Fathers urged them To barrel through snowbanks And be equally fearless in life Little ¡Carrera!, on the other hand, gleefully collected beautiful, sequined balloons only to see them pop before she was finished with them. Girls like this are tumid with disappointment. It cakes their teeth and they bloody their tongues flicking at it. <> The room sounds like foreskin in retreat She marches angrily like a free bitch A hidden cannonade of tumbling seed Dumbly lines the stage in reverence In a buttoned-leather:tall chair, Swarthy sits, Preferring to watch soft-core pornography While reading Minor ’s survey, Baroque & Rococo… That corner of the room is dimly lit By a bony lamp (that one had such a lovely face No wonder her crown spills light this way) ¡Carrera! races toward him Expecting him to pop and release A screaming evil like the final Battle cry of a Japanese soldier Obligingly, the ice melts up his back Tuned sinew calmly toes a spike Through her temple and he inhales in her final groan


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