They said
"in the future when all's..."
block-buster blond-bustings
welted American summers
and moneyed Mexico
on don't pass lines
the swine teemed
teeth tucked back
caked in even blanker dirt
our television hated the music it vomited
more the second time
we polished the low-set vanities like teeny-bopper
sidekick flip-screens
I read that the Hills have eyes but
are their lids as delicious
as ours?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Fake Being Polite
After Heidi and Spencer's Terminal Retardation, For Matt Kays
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