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[MY BATTERY RUNNETH OVER] My battery runneth over My lungs and legs are strong Today I watched two boys throw a football at the sea Loud and happy, I went for a swim If this is Romanticism, all the better My battery runneth over… ** WIND-UP ADVERTISEMENT Your battery runneth over. Your lungs and legs are strong. Pink carnation. Astroturf jacket. Two boys throw a football at a beach on a lake. Hot molten daylight. Happy and beaming. You go to bed for a swim. Your battery runneth lovely. Your life in the process. Mostly of levity. Gravity changed. Now you will learn to be a rabbit. Now a volcano that ticks. Plaster-of-Paris. Firm white asparagus. Your mouth full-throttle. Spectacular arrival. From apple to football. From breezeway to orange. Enjoy your vacation. Your life runneth over. O monumental distance. No battery looks like it or tastes like it. Your lungs your legs your blood runneth over. Happy and beaming, you sleep with a football. Now the volcano. Now the pink jacket. Keeps going and going. Your gravity… Bunny The rabbit *** RED BIRD PROPHYLACTIC I give you my word, and my word has red feathers. The waves against the dog look magically delicious. I am not a box of cereal. You are not the fancy name for a bird watcher. Still, my word is a cardinal. And since both of us know it, let’s stop pretending it’s a blood-born pathogen, shall we? Jimmy hat, O Jimmy hat. My word, my dog; my darling, my cardinal. Meanwhile, the waves. See how normal red is. There’s no need to worry. My word is a certified electrician crashing against a dog house. You are not a cereal. I am not a pretty box. Jimmy hat Jimmy hat, always wear your Jimmy hat. Fly away cardinal. Go tell it on the mountain. My word, very frightening, is final. |
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