Kingdom
like the phantom of the opera
or the kingdom of god
the golden state killer
is there inside your mind
is such a golden state like the lobby of the
beaux art
regional theater
halfway thru
phantom of the op
in spring
the chandelier has just fallen
this lobby like a stuffy skull all done in gold plate
and stuffed up inside like a corpse in the crawl space
Spring’s migraine
Spring’s petite mal
Beside the shuttered mall
a little fleury today
Your seizure your social your
mother’s maiden name.
A postcard arrives
From the doctor:
For I was cheered to learn
that there are flowers
even in hell
Such cheerful wallpaper
even in hell
like juice glasses in a
space age dinette but
I don’t like those trees
change them
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