4878. EVERYTHNG I'VE NOW DONE

EVERYTHING I'VE NOW DONE

Anger fuels the monarch like the oatbag feeds the

horse  -  between such bouts of disenfranchisement

we are left without recourse and peace. I am so

thinly veiled here; my comments are barbed and

pointed. There are ten hundred ways to take a

city down : Clintons and crybabies and churchbells

together. If any of this is a dream, I'll take pudding.

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I'd much rather honor your fever  -  the hands I now

wrap around the solace of you. More important than

even the uncovered breast, the secreted horn, the

soft down of hair on a belly, is the formation of

the now in the world. Let me wet you dry like

a raisin in a small box of love. I can't go home

before that. And I hear they've now invented

the phone. Here, let me help.

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Things move fast in Zeiderdown. The small post-office

at the thwarted corner, the sewer-grate where the

carriage man waits, the same horse who parries

the brick-lined ground. I watched the inspector

carry his tools  -  he drags things as if he's mad.

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Everything now I've done seems to lead me to this :

reading religion and reading your kiss. Both things,

together, at once, as if joined. Ah, just the

way I like it again.