Ode to Love Ode to Fucking Up Ode to the Sound
of Music of chandeliers crashing like cars of the midnight bell
Ode to the breakups and the hang-ups and the not-enough
soap Ode to the Hit and Miss Graze and Shave Ode to Swinging
Ode to the Sound of Hey Batter Batter Ode to the Sound of Fucking Up
to the Sound of Fucking in cars Ode to the Chassis and Suspension
Ode to Not Fucking Ode to Jack & Jill and Mickey & Minnie
who never reproduced Ode to these fucking chandeliers which may
one day crush me slowly Ode to the Parties I Seemed to Miss to the cars
loitering outside my house beating the road into confession asking me
When do you wanna go? When do you wanna leave? Ode to Closed Doors
Locked Doors Broken Doors Ode to the steps up to the fucking
Mickey Mouse clubhouse to the party I’m sure I was not invited to but also
the one I’m going to anyway Ode to the Bell of the Midnight Train Ode to
the Platform Doors Ode to Barely Getting On Ode to the Miss and Hit and
hey batter batter I’m struck again Ode to Leftover Soap spilling
into tea Ode to the Doors Left Ajar into the deepest chamber
Ode to Love as Mantelpiece that we polish from time to time