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Mile Marker 203 You can swim out to the Sun sippin’ on a fireball you are the anthem of the summer I have you on repeat until the Fall Run back through the sands slippin’ between the moonbeams you pour gasoline on the bonfire but the only thing burning is our vanity There’s a girl waiting for me at mile marker 203 tonight, I feel like making us a new song and see if she wants to sing along Hurl ourselves out towards the stars slidin’ between Mercury and Mars come back to a planet that isn’t quite ours trading our dollars for beers in seaside bars There’s a girl waiting just for me down at mile marker 203 tonight, I feel like singing our song and see if she wants to come along for the dawn Spare Changes Getting to the bottom of things at the tops of the buildings in Berkeley and today, in many ways things are underway Making spare changes on the world and the skies go blank for your expression bolder than the sun in mid-summer but if I leave anything behind feel free and burn it and if I cry please don’t pay me any mind River Phx Well, I was on the River Phoenix, headed to my destiny I was on the River Phoenix, honey, drowning in ecstasy Well, you know that River Phoenix, gonna be the death of me come along and see come along with me oh ecstasy Well, I was on the River Phoenix, living with no sympathy I was on the River Phoenix, honey, living with no sympathy yeah, you know this River Phoenix gonna be the death of me shake along with me but you know it is gonna be the death of me Child, you got to weep no more swim through the door River is a-ragin’ but the ocean ain’t your fool Child, you got to weep no more I said, the river, is a-ragin, but the ocean ain’t your fool Swim through the door. Breakfast at Mussolini's The table is set with precision coffee cups on saucers and the butter knife by the toast Benito holds forth on bearded Revolutionaries and zero inflation gestures wildly about the room speaking in chants and catch-phrases his chin juts magnificently into the air Facts are flexible Order must be created by muscle The Caesars have always done it this way He pounds his chest for maximum emphasis then he crosses his arms and there’s that silhouette again Your Excellency believes in brutality he stresses this point repeatedly Why disagree when you can destroy? Examples must be made!!! Too much freedom demolishes humanity The crowd loves the jackboot across its neck It can’t live without it!!! Il Duce pontificates: The People live and die for slogans The State needs more BLOOD His profile is the greatest exclamation point ever Flaxen So Fair They try to make silk like her hair they try to make the flaxen so fair eyes so dark, I can never tell when you’re stoned I just think you kinda always are with all your savoir-faire that’s why they say life’s unfair You’re safe like a silhouette on an elevator moon your shadow so polished you’ve got all the savants at your boot I find it all a bit pathological mademoiselle, when you yawn like a brute They try to make flaxen like your hair they try to make it so fair and with all your savoir-faire that’s why they say life is unfair Bio: Christian Garduno’s work can be read in over 100 literary magazines. He is the recipient of the 2019 national Willie Morris Award for Southern Poetry and a Finalist in the 2020-2021 Tennessee Williams & New Orleans Writing Contest. He lives and writes along the South Texas coast with his wonderful wife Nahemie and young son Dylan. His debut poetry chapbook, “Lightning in Your Room”, is available from Guerrilla Genesis Press.