grocery aisles from Yalm Mandy by Coley Mixan

there's got to be some electric puss
when i fear the shakes and pounded bust
that crinkle around the wholly sound
Loose wrists bang up desperate bile
i ask father not to wander the grocery aisles
when i just want to hold his hand
when i am young and trembling...oh...
what sort of body needs a balm?
what sort of question raises calm?
he collapses as if sort made of sand
water-blasted and computed disband
there's got to be
some sort of reconciling

mustard jars in the fridge
who can afford the expense shit?
well i guess i can now
that we put him in the ground
the streets without strangers are barren
car alarms and weeping dogs barreled
along
i lie myself into egotistical pieces
Mandy, all candy, all diseases
Father, all water, all policing
Eric, windswept, all singing
Mother, all others, all lifelines--all lifelines!
We are tied to be tied to be tying
now the world's all electric dying
a high school joke's eclectic vying...
Oh father don't leave me grocery buying
Oh father don't leave me behind
there's got to be some electric puss
when i fear the shakes and pounded bust

• Rock
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