Sunday, January 25, 2009

181. CONSTABLE KENT

CONSTABLE KENT
Good men come forward testing the mettle of the time
they are in : we watch a Robin Hood of the Mainline
giving lip service to his own habits of living. He can have the
moment, if that's what he wants. Those I know will not
begrudge him that. In essence, turn him loose.
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I'll watch as this late-night Saterlee walks the bridge :
his open domain, his form of wailing, the chimera
which never leaves. Fancy-fingered gloves with a
skill for glad-handed hugs. A soldier just like the
minions want. 'Let's watch him again! See how he
fakes and turns, feints and sways!' Like a demarcated
basketball star running on the hoof, he's not labored,
not panting, always fresh. See how long a moment can last.
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(Constable Kent is singing along - knowing the words
to every song. Outside the circle of friends who know
him, the sense of the day is 'it won't be long.')

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