Joshua Edwards

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• Yurlovow
• from A Farm In The Middle Of The World
• Love

Yurlovow

He will talk about it,
which is like talking about her
only worse.

Better yet, he'll talk
about where it is not, and then
she'll really be in for a hot treat.

So yeah, the French Quarter
of Yurlovow: a little house with a wood burning stove,
an old couple hunched over
boiling water, picking little sticks out
with tweezers.

He just can't do it! She's a dog! He wants
to cut off her tail
and make her wear it as a collar!
With a shiny tag on it
that reads homeless
and someone will laugh and kick her on her way!

This will clear things up a bit,
and happen in the French Quarter of Yurlovow.
Perhaps at the square,
visible from the hotel room of that
New Year's Eve— Oh!, but her black Irish hair
in a braid hanging
down, like a butcher, against her beautiful back!

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from A Farm in the Middle of the World

A parachute on a high school football field.

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Decorum is always struggling with prosperity, in the
cold eternity of our pleasure.

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An equation for rain and the most terrible honeymoon
in Texas.

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Our lives are as short as the longest love songs.

The newspaper in my chest is crumpled
around four music boxes that

sing

the nicest things.

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Who's playing drums?

Nature gave us horses, the Sierras, and glaciers.

All of this from a spark. How erotic!

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I am an abacus figuring the turnpike, dropping through the sky.

At Valencia, this two-toned world takes on another color.

The hotel becomes a home, and instead of acting, we direct.

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More than ever, your fetish is a depressing metaphor.

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Love

Love is a banana truck:
one cannot be sure just by hearing of it
if it carries bananas or
is only in the shape of a banana.

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