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Beautiful Dreamer

Where are you Steven Bochco?
Your show was on after a show I liked
lending a spectral glow of impermanence.
I crave a new theme song, something so blue
as to be never-ending.

With the car windows down in the summer
I can feel the soft expanse of time
spread out before me like in Tron.

They say marry your best friend and I think
I have done that Steven Bochco.
When I wake in the morning I sometimes
open in her eyes and see myself sleeping,
still like an animal corpse.

There are palm trees in my mind
and palm trees in the mall
and I'm not sure there is a difference.

We have a beautiful child,
film and television director Steven Bochco.
When he smiles waves of warm light
turn me into a dove and the crystal dust of morning
spreads itself evenly out over all things
so as to be practically invisible. But it is there
Steven Bochco, of that you can be certain.

PAUSE

There is a pain in my cerebral cortex I can't escape,
presenting itself as fact without nuance or specificity.
I am trying to give birth to it, stretching my mouth,
breaking my teeth. I thrust my skull back like a
pez dispenser and vomit meconium. All this happens
too Steven Bochco, star of stage and screen, the world
is not all porcelain birds on glass bookshelves. But of
course you know this.

The streets of LA are sometimes quiet
when they should not be and I sit
and I wait for it to come.

Cicadas so why don't we kill them while they are sucking on roots
before their pulsating genitals cut through the earth?
A concept we could perhaps extrapolate onto all things
Steven Bochco, millionaire?

Should I focus instead on the place rain begins,,
and the color in between each color in the,
photon mist sunset?

Someday I will die Steven Bochco, and I will see
everything all at once. And in that moment,
I will realize that only time has kept me from things.
And I will touch my child's face like a ghost and
he will feel a cold breath and wonder
what comes after this.

The canyons spread out before me,
hurricane weather is coming.
And afterwards, stars.

And I will tell him, Steven Bochco.
And I will tell him all I know now
to be true.

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