TIRED OF FAKE
Filigrees of Montezuma and hallowed halls of
Hell - everywhere I turn, there's something
coming back at me. Drop down the Forrestal
mirror; read all you want of Frederick Seidel.
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Make my home in Andover; keep my cabin in
Bushkill Falls. That's the way I think of it. My
veterinarian lives next door, and my priest,
he packs a pistol down the street.
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I am the King of Jeremiad; eating the pages of
the Book of Psalms for a bromide; walking the
harbor in search of Sarah O'Keefe or
Millicent Sodar or Marilyn Stein.
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Let's take this down a notch, OK? Last
Winter was a pedestal compared with what
this one will be : I have what I want for
the asking. She came in on Friday,
and left last week.
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