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The Springtime Reformed Catholic K-Mart Landscape Poem
Give me the 2-foot aphasic Jesus,
I crave the lobotomy of lawn--
that beer-tale 'smatter of urbana
                                cum fescue
squirreled in amongst oaks and hydrangea.
I'll prune to the roots of my celibate
store card
      and brandish the plastic; abandon
this dog-winter ague in favor of banquets,
the thrall of the chaminade rose.
And bathtub bisque porcelain
Mary shall sing
                    from the depths of her tangerine grotto,
(she's blotto, you know)
the suburban rye stone queen
adored by spore lichen,
vermillion.
� 2004 by Edward J. O' Brien
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