Tuesday, October 14, 2008

45. FOR OH SO LONG

FOR OH SO LONG
How I managed to have it both ways is beyond me:
the cadaver in the bushes certainly must have
distrusted the future, but not as much as I did.
Like anyone else, I'd grown dead tired of the razor's edge.
The blue water - which had turned a putrid green -
was just as dead upon arrival. We'd carved the meadow,
by degrees, into foolish little houses made of rags and sash.
There wasn't really anything left, nor anywhere
left to put it. I could have shaken hands with the
Devil AND that dead guy together at that point.
I drank for free at the party the family threw.
His sister was there, dancing with
anyone who cared to dance.
Amazing it was - a psychedelic chisel
striking hard onto a steel-cast brain.

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