Friday, October 19, 2012

3936. LET ME BE

LET ME BE
All this pining for things doesn't
work : over the flag at the Ferry
House the taxman has hung now
his orange sign so simply and
succinctly stating - 'closed for
failure to pay.' Too bad, really;
there's so much more to say.
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A history of men and their glasses
and knives and napkins. All those
fair women, dandy to dine, and it's
1954. 'When the color goes out of
your face like that, I swear you
look dead'  -  that gray and ashen
profile, pumping nothing back.
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Verisimilitude. How I love the world.
I want really to never leave at all.

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