Monday, July 20, 2015

6917. TYRRANUS

TYRRANUS
Moves among the darkness, hits.
Steps between the bricks. Goes in
silence running off; makes management
of this. A true, grand misalignment.
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Three clutterbugs sitting outside the market;
old and wiry, they just stare. Their small
hands hold their personal bags. Not a word.
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In containment, Evil lurks. Ships in the
harbor, the Bayonne light, the sluice of
cable from off a bridge. Small cars seem
always passing  -   filled with Hispanics.
How can that be? And where are we?
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I used to live here, where once the La Tourette
mansion stood. Massive infusions of goodwill
and money : together, today, too lethal to stay.

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