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GARAGE
Purr of the microwave. AM talk of radio
yap of my niece’s Chihuahuas slam
of sliding glass door. Echoes of some alien
from an episode of Outer Limits; big glass bowl
of rice peas carrots bits of tuna Michael Medved’s
whiny nasal tone Helicopter blades churning
suburban skies, the unconscious leap of anger,
the drunken duel within a detox brain. Jetties
of female sexuality like the nylon blonde
in some paperback noir, the helicopter churns,
little boring middle-class
white boy standing beside the hydrant praying
for the world to explode, all this mind-shattering
numbness to end. Anything, a four alarm fire,
an earthquake, a monster
to leap from father’s chest during dinner, Anything.
A thick red line through this poem.
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