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Surf city, here we come
We weren’t even nesting at that point. Helen took the stage with Tom. There were pies and drinks. It was so unlike Cambodia.
We left without training our eyes to the sundial and they fixed upon tin and other flashing metals, wire, neon, neon wire tracing the shapes of beer bottles and golf balls.
If only we’d left earlier. I spilled bleach on the couch and you said that’s okay, we’d just get white pants that’d get whiter when we sat on the white couch. It was like fighting.
What if it was all like that – I grab a piece of twine and my fingers unravel, wire pulling from the throat.
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Surf city, here we come
Here every flower. Terror if you have to.
He isn’t what he’s used to, little dead dream, breath and either he, husk entirely broadleaf he
Terror. If your father’s a racist say he’s not simple. Brickwork pleases nothing. Act slowly. Skin-colored hair clouds became mouthing each and every ever
just an afternoon with you entirely different sister. Once lit a friend on fire.
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Surf city, here we come
Here ‘s the Raider Nation
chasing hate crimes
that floral newness.
Mouthless prison person
basically rap lyrics. Victor
selling paragraphs. Go to CVS.
Paralysis says
I love stickers. Consider
the judge who doesn’t
go shooting with his nephews.
She wasn’t a Satanist quite yet
selling propane.
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Surf city, here we come
You tell me everything will end.
You want this to be relative.
Tryptophan was exposed
to be a myth of soporific foods.
The bestiary label does disturb me.
I’ll write a song for Richard Petty.
Back to the skinny infomaniac
almost fertile drier
and we’ve all known boxers who say
Everything is everything.
A semi-hidden apple orchard
in the Superstition Mountains.
Mexicali Special’s what I call it
Senorita. Suffer
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Surf city, here we come
Terminate you’d force react, sect or innate turn a planned handler sakes psalm. Hand begins your back, behind calf in a calfskin hat swear you didn’t do this, clever off to offer ear it ate and earache, oh, subject, swear you’ll eat it always, eating bear and mustard grave into a lake. Echo date with dentist later. He’s men or in mind missed hunting javelina.
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Surf city, here we come
Where keep her
the hair stain mulberry
but mildew’s more it
your red hairs go
here every mirror
knives you’ve given me
where I keep the
knives you’ve given me
an hour
or two ago, ten trembling knives
thinking, we all have brown hair
Offered one more
egg or another
else elastic noises, no
oh, reify, recap demonaic,
miasmal humming
ending awfully early
isn’t excess convalescent
as hiding near a closet
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Surf city, here we come
There was a collage you’d made and it
was peeling. Little trucks and grey pills
and plastic mannequins. You light
a match and burn the door open.
When you made the collage I said
I feel like rotting ice which was because
of the TB scare. Spindles and pins were
everywhere we felt like wool. We felt
like bowling. We were breathing
the fast breath of showers and we were dead.
Your wrist is split you paint the walls
white with your kiss. I remembered a can.
Is tin. Is paper plate is glue.
I see your
eyes going green and I know this is
Delaware. Carve me a lilac. It’s Sunday.
We stayed too far from the dam.
You scare, you give, you claws.
My books are made of wax.
Your skin peels like a magnet hold
my hand I know you’re grey you
hold my hand. I like that song
because nobody’s excited about surf city
everybody’s already there.
There is no north in Delaware. One
toothache. One Carolina.
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Surf city, here we come
liquid difference, misses
or us
and I am not alright
with farmers
deleting serenades is one thing
if you’re curious
red ink
slitted missive gutted pomegranate
What trips me is liquid
been waiting for you
knowing portends forgetting
form-fitting
you being the slow fruit of me
do me in
O, Enumerator
licking cave
barrenness in tryst
you my this
Here’s about you
about a lung or two
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Surf city, here we come
Be psychotic for the vanity. The incest of nothingness.
The chickens are pissed. Why are the framers working on the house next door the day before Thanksgiving.
Brilliance is mimicry, a blind uncle. As in the loneliness of forestry professions.
The school shootings are inevitable. Here s a symphony – invest in razor rash, my symphony. The sodium is so affordable.
Meadows confuse her with their sweatshirts and dead batteries. God bless us for being born American. Amen.
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Surf city, here we come
Everything is gift wrapping. Never went outside. Not finding things affects ruins leaving everything blank or blankening and moths – easy phantoms.
I threw grease from the rooster we killed on the shed.
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Peter Davidson lives in Tucson.