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Paul Newman’s eyes in formaldehyde

produce a stranger shade of blue 

than the day before he died. 

 

Dolly Parton’s boobs in a cryogenic state. 

Genetic clone material 

err we need re-populate. 

 

James Dean’s angst wrapped in twisted metal. 

His dark soul trash compacted. 

His lament our pained libretto. 

 

Marilyn Monroe’s vagina, frozen and preserved. 

A source of presidential semen 

from the Kennedy conserve. 

 

Charles Bukowski’s liver, 100 proof suspended. 

Spilling forth poetic 

when the bottle is upended. 

 

Oppenheimer’s brain as nuclear isotope. 

Pure thought for detonation, 

when our world has lost all hope. 

 

Mary Shelly’s horror, now newly consummated. 

Our monster’s in the petri dish, 

new religion fabricated. 

 

This poet’s bleak obscurity filling in the spaces, 

gathering up pretentiousness 

and masturbatory traces. 

 

© 03 Jack David Hubbell