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• Artiste: Frontier Ruckus
• Titre: Black Holes
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Though there are so many black holes The JCPenny and the back of Kohl’s Where rot a lot of things I can’t say Oh Nicole, your trailer park Can console any darkness Spooled around the ground-floor patio Where the tomatoes Once cooled in your young night Don’t let it dim your eyesight Of the divorced split-level mansion The exit of forced expansion Now miniatured The furniture sharpens its imprints Into the carpeting since We’ve dozed off and napped Is it preserved and plastic-wrapped? Little Caesars, birthday night Our dads have seizures and they bite Their tongues before the rug-burned floor Where we learned how to die Where we wrestled, laughed, and tickle-tortured Till our love made us cry So Jacqueline, when are you coming home? Your organ bench is warped and wrenched and so Many nights I see your bedroom window lights I guess the widowed ghost ignites Because they left that house in Union Lake And I had my First Communion cake In a weight-room clubhouse of their apartment Where the freeway air of 275 Rushed when they were still alive So I extend my endless thanks Grandchild pranks and oxygen tanks Hissing to the daytime TV Where you and me Crossword puzzles, I was ten With some promotional pen And now the doorknobs and windowpanes are Dripping wet The dead night is pressing tight against The glowing light of a heated home tonight The time machines of television sets Oh, Mary, let me see that lotto-heart Let the auto parts break down and die Wheel around the squealing sound of a Shopping cart Smile down the grocery aisle till you Softly hang your head and start to Cry For a while In Waterford, the discount stores Sneezing in the freezing rain pours Sunken women drunken on some far-fetched wrenching dreams Drenched in Starter jackets of their favorite first-grade teams Though there are so many black holes Jacquelines and orphan Nicoles I know They all know Love All the girls in their smooth teeth Jot death dates on their loose leaf I don’t know if I’ll ever die