MAGNOLIA, I HAVE NEVER SEEN MAGNOLIA

THERE IS SOMETHING KIND OF DEAD
ABOUT BEING SCARED OF CHAINS BUT
I AM AFRAID OF SECRET DJANGO REINHARDT
RECORDINGS THAT SAY "JESUS OF THE MOON,
FUCK THE 500 THREAD COUNT EARTH." I HAVE
SEEN THE KENDRA GRANT MALONES OF
MEDFORD OREGON AND ASHLAND OREGON AND
THEY ARE ALL KIND OF RED HEADEDISH AND
I WONDER IF THEY ARE AS PATIENT AS DAVID
BERMAN'S WIFE. RUNNING STOP LIGHTS IN
OLD TOWN DOWN BY THE TRAIN DEPOT WHERE
NO TRAIN HAS GONE IN 6 MONTHS AT LEAST
BUT MAYBE YOU COULD GET SOME 107.5 DJS TO
SUCK IT OFF WITH YOU OR GIVE YOU
SOME BLOW IN A CORNER. I REMEMBER WHEN
OUR TEACHER BROUGHT CHAINS AND A TIRE
TO SCHOOL TO TEACH THE GIRLS HOW TO PUT
CHAINS ON BUT HE PROBABLY JUST WANTED
THEM TO BEND OVER SO HE COULD SEE THEIR
THONGS. I WANT ONE OF THOSE OLD PRINTERS
WHERE THE PAPER HAD HOLES IN THE SIDE, AND
THERE WERE AT LEAST TWO COPIES: ONE YELLOW
AND ONE WHITE-- WHERE YOU COULD ESCAPE INTO
A RIBBON OF BLACK INK AND THINK ABOUT THE
NEXT SPIDERMAN MOVIE AND THEN MAYBE THINK
ABOUT THE WAY PEOPLE ACTED ON SURVIVOR
AND THEN THINK ABOUT THE SUN FILIBUSTERING
HOMECOMING DANCES AND THEN THINK ABOUT
DAZZLING PARIAHS WEARING BITCH SKINS.