MAGIC IN THE SLEEVES
If there's a magic in the sleeves it's a mountain in
reverse, an 'inverted forest' as Salinger said. All
that and so much more. Me? I'm still enamored
of Yorick's skull and can't really do much more.
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Fifteen thousand kids in extended college mode;
aging chanticleers seeking still to find a meaning as
they delve - deeper and deeper into more useless
things they should be doing on their own. Sourcing
some taproot of an old dark cloud; the Dark Ages
back home again to roost with Mom and Dad. Adam
and Eve. Medieval literature Romance Enlightenment
Bronze Age drivel. Magic in the sleeves.
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I puke now on the Brooklyn backside waterfront.
Right into the water at Red Hook - those water-taxi
units running by, the stupid old maritime museum and
that old ancient sailor's bar. Some aging truck out front
to die. God, I hate this ever-loving one of these, but
go ahead and give me another and set me up again.
Every man needs a back-up plan.
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Those creepy college kids again alight : the ones I made
mention of. Between the acts ('entr-acte') they stand - the
girls in shirts and the boys in hand. If I had another dick I'd
send it to them. Jesus Christ act up you fucking fools.
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