GenerationThe dudes next door would cast lots against one another They would draw straws for the bravado of my cranberry blouse To appear on their bedroom floors ![]() One of them sits at two in the afternoon drinking beer and Wearing a pink bath mat as a cape ![]() The other divots the grass with a pitching wedge While they discuss the vegetable garden they'll plant ![]() And the cute girls they want to nail. Then they sit in silence Picking among the burned items of their makeshift junkyard: ![]() Life without distressing urgency or The need for imperative beauty ![]() He takes a swing at the blossoming crabapple Flowers erupt—I feel compassion For him, I think, and a new kind of violence |
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