Wednesday, February 6, 2013

4103. THOR HAMMER

THOR HAMMER
For just this inexpressable moment
let me be you; let me be me, let
me be all Mankind : blubber floats
home, brashly foaming, lining on
shores. The North Sea sings of
something, though I can never
quite catch that tune. I want to
just walk  -  this climate is good.
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Two taxis float along : Madison
and Lexington, the art-gallery of
streets and fashions. Everything 
here hangs out to dry  -  even those
late-life matrons trying so hard again.
I really do love their smiles, and they'd
be shocked to know I'm older then
they are, by far. An old man, just here,
blubbering himself of the sea in an
ancient, strange tongue.

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