now that the vintage birds have flown drearily away




now I am less than the wineglass I smashed earlier



now that my girlish eyes have climbed out of the fridge




now that two gardens are the same bowl of milk



all the trapeze artists with their



pink panties!



now that the storm-troopers have killed us all



now that we have seized power



now that the sole survivor is a little girl
who leads on a leash



all the wild animals of the jungle






now that you have opened your red lips and swallowed me



entirely



now that the rivers of the sky have



un-frozen



now that we know love
bangs its black wings on the window



now that the storm-troopers have killed us all



now we have seized power









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