You can’t touch Miranda.

That is not your right.

You can follow all your plans, duh.

Let’s have some romance tonight.

Miranda is good, she is fine.

We’re almost the summer of sixty nine.

It’s in a loop. It will come back.

If you graze Miranda I will attack.

Oh! Oh! Miranda.

Oh! Oh! Miranda.

Oh! Oh! Miranda

All the apples are inside you.

renovations

i have to remodel;

my own frightful behavior

has led me to believe my friends must be right -

replete with advice, delete

your photos are slipping away

day by day i erase your face

i efface you and degrade myself with

a face i should never show

even my friends and family

so, we’re closing up shop to renovate

pulling up the floors and reupholstering even

as we’re stuck with the old plumbing

we’ll soon be swooning over a new line of products

clothespins and grace, new patterns for a switch

higher end garments with a Hong Kong stitch

jewelry i think, eventually as well,

and a cunning coterie of a new clientele – but unfortunately

a new coat of paint will mask your fragrance with its garish smell

until that fades as well