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The music man sits amidst the pile of bones Eyes crooked on dirty wrinkled face Humming an awkward sound in awkward tones His hands move fast in strokes through this space Clavicle bone now clutched in his left hand And a clean baby femer in the other He rises to his feet, searching for the band Awkward tones form a song for his mother Feet stomp to the ground below him The bones clank and move all around Neck bone, t bone, steak meat trim He hollers loud to find the right sound The clavicle ...

Hear that rickety music box jingle melody? Do you see the ice cream truck just down the street? With windows impenetrable from the rocks and dust It's muted side menu just as weathered and beat The wheels are all different shapes and odd sizes Its white coat turned brown and yellow in places There's a weird noise like a buzzing of bees That follow along with the smiling childrens' faces The kids call and run down along clean lawns To the Ice Cream Man just up the way There's a trail of oil th...

The monkey is on the pipe organ And the dogs are at the gates The fire is stiking down from God And the scraps lay at their plates Inside the box, lies something Darker than the dead It's bleeding like a stuffed pig A shade heavier than red The chattering man in the corner Howls and barks at the mortared brick His face mishapen like a baseball mit Plaid shirt covered in days old sick The clutter amidst the rocky ground Consists of cans, toys, and dolls The chattering man's face is bleeding A ...

Her name was Box Spring Susan She was used to the bruisin' That Carl inflicted at night Always awake and scared Her pink flesh laid bared She gripped the bottle too tight One day she done well snapped Too many whores had been slapped The drawer was open, under the light And when Carl came on home He took three bullets to the dome And Box Spring Susan felt high like a kite -AP 08-22-06

She wakes up again soaked in thick angry rain Her mane of hair is fiery like burnt red grain Delicate thin wrists scratched dry and bloody cold Bound tight to a crazy oak tree, bent forward and old Her makeup is stained like broken body parts Homeless men owned her like rusted shopping carts Tattered up clothes and bare legged wet sex She's open and inviting to the hot muscle flex Hogtied like a circus freak against this bark The severed limbs near her memory fire sparks The beast was here w...