4301. AND NOW, ON THAT DISTANT SHORE AGAIN

AND NOW, ON THAT

DISTANT SHORE AGAIN
The brothers are like the Twin Donuts
shop of old, on Seventh Avenue - open
all night, shitty and bedraggled, you never
knew who was going to pop in to do their
act once more. And the coffee stank.
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Right? The rest of Life should be so simple -
get the get, point the finger, round them up,
and kill again. Two marks by two marks on the
side of Abel's face. I am living in biblical time.
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There's a point past which I cannot move : women
who screech disfavor, men with no talent whatsoever
doing the same things over and anew, the lethargic,
lost mindscape of twenty-something kids. I went to
Larchmont too. I know. As Jeff Buckley, or was it
someone else, has said - about all those Stony
Brook kids on the train. OK, so I don't know.
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It's only time. It's only circumstance.
For God's sake, it's only Long Island.