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New Mexican Love Song
Myrna, and I'm sure her name
Is music, hefted the spoon
Beneath her nostrils
And sent a sound of approval
A woooo! At my queso.
And it is that good.
Onions, green chili,
An expensive block of thick
Cheese. She loves it, yes?
Oh, how to get her to stay?
My music collection,
She does not like.
Myrna, and I've told you
About her name, she does
Not like to listen to music.
She says, there are other
Things to do. Oh, Lord,
An answer tonight, keep
This woman with me,
Her name is music
And she knows it, oh Lord,
Keep her here. Let her
Come down with a fever,
I'll wrap her in blankets,
I'll burn my records, Lord
Thank you for this recipe,
I am your loyal nurse,
And I have kept you here.
Repetition
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Connect them with rivets!
People scream too much
When they should be
Listening to what?
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We've had enough
That's all there is.
Why read a poim
When I gotta tv set?
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Tie our eyes
To a block of cement
Hardening, and roll
Us over, move us
Around anyway.
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Make poims for the blind!
Why this sensual preponderance?
Clip my appendix
To a hot air balloon
To be eaten by airplanes.
We are human and we
Can be eaten. That taste.
I want that without
Murder. Can a poim
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WCW is world class
Championship wrestling.
You've seen it.
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Make them stop
Make poims provide.
I wish I knew what.
Flashlights and Applesauce
About the applesause
I just don't' know
I might have tourettes
At least this evening
Where my cat scratches
Against my window
A shrieking command
To be let inside
Where to her It might
Be warm. Flashlights
Also, I don't know
About. I have one
With dead batteries
In the glove compartment
Of my car, awaiting
Attention that I don't see
Coming. Well damn
Them both. The cat
And the flashlight.
Applesauce too.
I'm tryin' to write poims!
Sean Branson lived in Las Cruces, NM, and was a graduate of New Mexico State University. These poems represent his experiment at writing poems from a list of titles. He called them "title poims." Sean Branson--in memoriam--1977-2004.
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