From Poems with No First Names

so there

while i lick my own body
as the day licks its own body
between heaven and lunch
a cannon shoots at a green soul
a cock hops about on crystal crutches
behind a bell that flits through the air
and whinnies like female wood

so there

there there
so i said there
or did i say so there
so there's the morning star

so there

so so
so i said so
or did i say there
there's the so morning star

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