3750. CONVERSATION COMES FROM CHINA

CONVERSATION COMES

FROM CHINA

Nobody knows this or when

and what becomes of that.

Fifteen ice-ages of man have -

already - come and gone and

here you are crying over another!

Or, what was that, over heat or

warming? I truly forget. Your

new sarcasm is unbecoming,

but you know that. I can tell

by the smirk on your face.

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So now, like gigolos from a cave

in Dundee, you all go on spouting

your lava mouth junk. Conversation

comes from China. Lessons learned

from it? Yes : panty lines tell nothing,

underneath it all she's naked; the child

is father to the man; it isn't itself, hot

like this, it's more the angles and the

rays. No, no, I say ; 'It's not the heat,

it's the memories. it's not the heat,

it's the memories.'

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All that stays with me  -  a very long

time, or an instant's inflection instead.

I just never will know.