967. HERE'S MY EYELINER JUST FOR YOU - WATCHING

HERE'S MY EYELINER JUST
FOR YOU - WATCHING
That crazy motion up on the screen, the
in and out pump like two porno stars
working, I can't figure it out. Oil well?
Piston in a cylinder? What is this?
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The dog makes a noise, the cat rolls over
and meows, the dim lamp flickers. Yesterday's
old moon peters out, in today's new sky.
Somehow, this all connects. If Arthur
Conan Doyle walked in here right now,
I'd have to ask him what he thought.
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It's been too long since rainwater paved
the streets, puddling in black lumps where
the indentations are. Low spots are all alike.
Things gather, and never leave. We're
left listening to the noise of the crowd.
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It's after midnight now; the table, still set,
awaits guests who never showed. The
thin candle, nearly burned out now,
flickers with its own regrets. I know
the feeling myself, having just
now come from nowhere
to get myself here.