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Iverson Cut

from Salon Trash by Sant Saëns Seine

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face wrapped like a cold sandwich
it caught me
flat footed with tomorrow
as underexposed as the end of time

you can two meter my corpse
in a parking lot’s future
a bomb you can’t sweep
plant mine under a false, legible name

can't claim flatrate plutocracy
wood pulp pennies
sweatshop paper

a ligneous way of stating water
and a pass on Frank Rizzo policing
could be tattooed over my brachial artery

flags worn over the heart
sartorial like Betsy Ross plays her part
satori eludes the reproducing mind

pacific sardines in Sonoma oil
are the nicoiseries
of my new world children
new tin sound sweetened in lime

white city boys all wish
we were born Roman
we died along the Via
arrivederci saturnia
heaven in famiglia
shoo fly pie eventually
arrive upside down

Iverson cut to the gates
where the Big Dipper, Doctor
Kangaroo Kid await

Dorado theater
lift me to the only heaven there is.

Dorado theater
lift me to the only heaven there is.

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from Salon Trash, released April 7, 2021

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