Saturday, September 7, 2013

4608. SHORT ARMS*

SHORT ARMS*
(NYC, 1991)
Jose Quintero, walking with two gloves, short eyes,
heavy arms, short arms and a heavy heart. Twice
the value of a cigarette, if you say 'it's my last one'
To wit : we re-enter the dragon. Life is but lust.
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Waves of compassion, and its sister, forgiveness,
step in to close this day. The frequent visitor, the
Moon itself, is making a dainty step across the
painted fencepost. Looking out, I see no signs.
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Harbingers of this and that  -  the regular morons
of love and deceit  -  ah, that vast carnival these
brothers keep running. I want more than you; I
want all your meanings and your intentions too.
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*(Short Eyes is a prison play by Miquel Pinero)

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