Sunday, September 22, 2013

4630. ONLY THE RESOUNDING 'O'

ONLY THE RESOUNDING 'O'
Only the resounding 'O' that I remember carries
force : now the dweebs are on TV hawking sex.
How different is the ending when the sequence
hasn't changed? Rolling my heart in the nimble
hay, I'm seeking your name on this list.
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Everywhere I turn there is disease - the old chapel
comes rumbling down, torn off for thirteen unlucky
new homes. There are bones in that ground...
, and how
well I remember. What good is a colonial graveyard
if there are no colonials left, and if they were rebels
anyway? Guns and steel, men and women with issues.
Cannot have that any more.
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So, disrobe your lace, oh dainty one.
Let me have your face. This is my
own history now, in the making.

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