Monday, September 9, 2013

4613. BEGIN THE BEGUINE AGAIN

BEGIN THE BEGUINE AGAIN
(from the beginning)
I parrot your love and all of your
intentions  -  so many other languages
are fighting now for our allegiance. Let
me not just run away; sourcing off with
all desire in a so-September way.
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The swing-band here is playing right with
their 1940's music. So bland, and yet so
shiny and bright. I will withhold
judgment until the end has come.
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Echo Sally May. Echo lovely legs in a
fruitless bloom. Echo even Echo Helstrom,
that once-miraculous girl from Minnesota.
Who shall die among us first now that I have
lost anew all of my cards and papers?
And what font shall I deliver like a
Small-World blackened fever?

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