The bus driver on the bluebonnet route To the gingerbread clinic Has a face like the big flower That squirted when you tried to smell it That I wore on my clown prince costume When I skated all over the world In Holiday on Ice. Here’s me with America’s Sweetheart. The one who almost od’d. You heard about it. It was pretty iffy there for awhile But she’s out of the woods now. The woods told her Get the fruck out of here. But now in the squeamish half-light Of the bus with the outpatients from the inner city And others discharged at 2 a.m., Them woods are beckoning her back. She wasn’t really, she wanted to be America’s Sweetheart. I wanted her to be, too.
From ¡Simpático Patio!
I expect an autumn 2020 release date for the new and revised 15th anniversary digital edition of ¡Simpático Patio!
© 2020 Randy Stark
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