let's drink and sing, 'we're painting the roses red' in the garden
with ceiling brushes
or a roller
but it must be midnight, with a full moon
high on vowels
at the local homebase store they ask,
'brushes for ceiling paint or for painting ceilings?'
my son is writing a newspaper
and wants to interview me about
difficult parking spaces
we're going to disneyland next week
let's do the interview on the spinning teacups
where i can rest one arm on the rim,
listless,
in a leather jacket
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