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2004-01-06

Lady Diana Spencer
B. 7.1.61 Norfolk, England / D. 8.31.97 Paris
Car Accident / Mercedes-Benz

Get me Stan Winston
I want to represent Britain’s royal family.
Amalgamation, I’m thinking.
Chimera. I'm picturing the final metamorphosis of Cronenberg’s The Fly, the fusion of man fly and telepod.
Meat strings and glistening organs, I’m thinking
and a fusion of man woman horse boychild tampon and corgi.
Hand-built, no skimping, good eighties stuff, Elm Street flesh geysers, I’m thinking
but in aspect more naked ape-y. Think Lieutenant Ripley’s baby boy.
Let it walk, or teeter
to a soundtrack of boys’ choirs and gibbering
let it leave tracks studded with swan beaks and immensely large pearls.
And motorize its hide. I want those corgis’ jaws to snap.

2001-04-18

Best to get this one out of the way.
Overhead the satellites spun on unswayed from their orbits; the phone companies feasted below. Lady Di, successfully bred, sad lamb carelessly led beyond vanity’s torments, fell to rest in a field of cellophane bouquets.

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