when sunglasses were everything
as I comport myself a dab stupidly foolish my indignation
in her stylish sunglasses outside my window inside a looking-smirch-glass
like a horse show horse outracing me and all poohbahs of the world aside
like an Exquisita they say she is
a po boy’s fancy dream come true
would she put up with a nutjob
like me impertinent impatient stagnacity
so whomp me upside my head moron
fingers who let her slip through
in my double-mirror wraparound shades and
fallingdown house
to squint is to nearly see
all lopsided architecture aside
I watch her between mullions $1,000
on her nose she cascades through my
window
to sashay entrancingly exhibit a
lateral birdlike prism opulence
fab skinny queen wanderer passes my beanpoled yard
and think “Clomp Me Upside My
Head” and watch Conchita fly, Fly Away
People, bust me upside my head
coz (Soon) she gonna be married
she’s hitching up to Reuben
successful scientist down Marvin street
raise up a family two children, maybe three A little home in the country
Bust me upside my head Coz I
ain’t nothing but a country fool
I might as well pass away I
never learned nothing in school and
now I’m trash
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