Under the Gun

When this sentence should speak for itself‚
it does the way it does 

everything: more or less.
FACTORY: We make the same moves on each other.
DALLAS: Get me the monkey.
ORANGUTAN: I prefer: ‘person of the forest’
      or else ‘reference point.’

The camping party entered 
not only the entrances. 

Somebody took the cake.
J. PUCKLE: Good thing it wasn’t God.

GOD: I wouldn’t have given it back.
THE LITTLE BASSOON: I want to experience the unfinished works 
      of Paul Valéry‚ 

the way life unfinishes like a ghost‚ 
all over your face.

 

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Everything’s First Time

Of course you can have
whichever you prefer.

CALIFORNIA: The deer are both hatless and nude.
LA ROSA: I want an Irish birthday.
BASKET OF PUPPIES: What’s in your basket?
BASKET OF FISH: I am not sentient.

At the cultural bureau‚ they’ve detected
that the bulls are all insolent and beautiful.

Sebastian usually rides through in the morning.
HIM: I will ride you to San Sebastian.

THE SUN: I will be a red nickel.
LOCAL FLORA: The flower-eating horses will eat us.

I would just like to say
the same thing again sometimes forever.

 

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Pomp & Circumstance

In the midst of all this hubbub over God’s bisexuality‚
the wedding DJ tried to kill himself.

HETERONORMATIVE MALE #1: I’d have sex with God.
SARTRE: I’d let him fuck my tits.
HETERONORMATIVE MALE #2: I’m more of a Joan Crawford kind of guy.
JOAN CRAWFORD: Every film should have a bathtub scene.

Simplicity isn’t necessarily the answer
to the great and hypothetical question of

how to stage a naked-lady-gun-show.
BUSBY BERKELEY: I want the dancers to be limp.

BUSBY BERKELEY: Invisible men will carry them.
BUSBY BERKELEY: When they are shot from the cannons

we must see where they land‚
then where they live‚ and the rest of their lives.

 

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Get Out

In Montreal and indoors
Montreal is overcome with lateness.

CARMINA: Step lively and then to the left.
TRENT: Stand still completely for once.
DOLLHOUSE: Sometimes you can only move your eyebrows.
PEOPLE DRESSED AS HOUSES: Windows are not always not doors.

There is a high-pitched noise in the taquería
that makes it difficult intermittently

to think of how we’ve made a Québec of ourselves.
BIRD ISLAND: That’s not Québec.

ISLAND HOUSE: That is not the sea-place
      they saw there.
QUÉBEC: I have a few more in me.

One has been led off out of habit.
One wonders where one should’ve gone.

 

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Lots of Birds and Lots of Mammals

If something’s kind of sort of
something else‚ send it out.

DESSIRE: I will tell you if it’s good
LADY: I’m a magician or what I have turned into.
THE POOR: There is a second sort of life.
IMMIGRATION: As if you could remember

the first time you saw a car 
      in a mirrored window.
Saints should drive blue cars

and stop at every light.
MICHAEL: I will wear my boots and khakis.

EAGLES: We are always looking for the other eagles.
EAGLES: There you are. Don’t ever leave me again.

I’m tired of thinking
about the droves.