NaPoWriMo Day 22

 

Andy dreams he repeats himself/ Andy dreams he repeats himself

 

I'm the Prince of boredom,

I flower flower flower,

I car crash car crash.

The critic says we're

magnified into a theme of variance/ invariance,-

care don't care

about flower flower flower,

about car crash car crash

 

We succeed at failing

to repeat well, while repeating

about flower car crash car crash flower-

like the two Marilyns like the one dead Elvis,

like the love that makes us repeat ourselves,

turning returning till it makes us sick-

life's all flower flower flower,

life' s all car crash car crash

 

like silkscreened poppies,

a repetition beyond pain, making numb,

a series of watery red electric chairs.

Say the word enough enough enough

it becomes ridiculous enough ,

and it's a flower flower flower,

though it hits like a

car crash car crash car crash.

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