today, the first of may,
i work on self identity and imagination
for the balance of realism in music
and the poetry of scrap metal robots
working to dispense the electricity and character
a replica of love--their hearts made
out of recycled foam cups, shaped
in the shadow of young men with long hair
and plastic guitars strapped over their shoulders
super stars in their living rooms
while i think about planting more bulbs
in the front garden come september
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