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25: the crushed velvet theater and emotions firing as fully automatic assault weapons into crowded sidewalk salutations
I never thought the month of June
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.
zig zag box magic tricks
cutting a woman in half with a one handed saw.
now words kneel on knees
as the audience exits
at stage right
and left;
you pulling the fire alarm
catching all of these black suits and satin dresses,
dames and dreadnought's,
movie goers in the rain
dropping torn ticket stubs.
i can see you standing across the street,
mascara running,
waiting to be swept off your feet.
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.
zig zag box magic tricks
cutting a woman in half with a one handed saw.
now words kneel on knees
as the audience exits
at stage right
and left;
you pulling the fire alarm
catching all of these black suits and satin dresses,
dames and dreadnought's,
movie goers in the rain
dropping torn ticket stubs.
i can see you standing across the street,
mascara running,
waiting to be swept off your feet.
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