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Pardon Me, Gregory
"That's when
my lately sunlight-dazzled hair and skin
begin to prickle as if an empty bed..."
- Everette Maddox
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Almost i said with entire yearning
I fear hidden in the jumble
Mine wires have crossed enormously; but
Wine makes nice, nice enough to flaunt
In sunlight
Your perfect form and sugar sweet naivete
that i drink to keep from dying of thirst,
OH my muted crest of chaos!
Let us make more racket, self, i say
In real- unreal time,
So much like life and more! Jumping out of waking
Like a patient discreetly waiting to be dissected.
Recall, dark haired fool,
Round & up and down Patterson & Park.
We folded all night, motley of
Photographs like small flirtations, meaningless and now quite forgotten.
And like a fog like fabric, quickly fell thickly
And held my silly frilly neck to the block.
& his head we said his head
is a hand-grenade we said
and you shoulda, pendejo,
paid quicker, closer attention
all the while.
- But O that's life for you.
Esperanza arrancado de una memoria
Smells of cigarettes and cedar incense (something like Juniper Ridge)
& Hidden sighs that tumble from my heart to rest upon the blade of your shoulder, &
Which you pointedly ignored.
The recompense was loneliness
Stuffed crevices in an empty lock-box. and lo! what golden
Silences i write! Parody of pickled mania!
So much light and less brilliance by the hour!
- HA! I coulda shoulda outright croaked right there!
But O, reckon, that's life for you.
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