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double dee bone, it’s the music of zippers
that wiggle in time to the sound of cement
and the howling of rubber things.
This is what I hear when I am meeting Juan’s lovely rubber lawn
all humming lip-lash, a tonguing of bleeding evil.
This is the ceramic frog that is my life
sitting in the garden of Hell where the Devil picnics.