Tuesday, August 10, 2010

1034. I OBEY

I OBEY
Lenders of last resort:
the tall men who grovel, the
ones who plead and cry. Mercy.
Belle Dame sans Merci.
Do you remember that?
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Carving fenestrated bones high up
in the Alpine attic. Then jumping from
the rooftop to the snowy field below.
Carving defenestrated bones back into
non-broken shapes. 'Twas that the
Ohio doctor's goal?
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Music like this was never magic.
Yet, I noticed, the man who was
saying that was deaf. Hmmm.

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