(Tunes, name that, you. Please)
Domenic Maltempi
12-20-2008
1:
Lying into the umbrella share
An incompletist over-endowed everyday
Against best wishes
Begins to unload all the unexploded blue marble
Teafins, spilling onto saucers from unsuccessful oceans
You can glue us back together again
We will never be able to lie as we did that summer of the potato tot fire
Improving ourselves
Learning to smile like a doctor’s small son
at a jolly invalid
Hiding behind heavy damask curtains
His mother trying to hang herself in an uninvented garden
That keeps turning blue
So bang on the garden’s side panel
Eat its jewels with your squinting hands
Diagnosing the baglady’s serendipity
Proved hard for the limpid mentalist
It would be another 111 years till Dan Bricklin
Would invent the spreadsheet
Lunging over the defogger skeptics
I managed to sloppily write a message of love
To a carpooling brunette in the backseat
a former acquaintance of my songbird’s sales woman
Ricci, Leonora
2. Drying convincingly for trauma victims
That repelled the very possibility of unsaturated bodies
I hoped in my own squalor beamed way
for another chance to get fired
Fired in front of every gum smacking mogul
at Overcast Visitations LTD