SOLICITATE
TO FACILITATE
As if a backwards dictionary entry, I stand about
with one shoe idling, look for the marks the cat
left on my skin. This life is a rigor mortis already.
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And most people tell me I'm not even done yet.
You mean? You mean? More New Year's Eves
with those buggers and hats, streamers and glasses?
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Yoy mean? You mean, cocktails at eight and oil
changes and lawn cuttings and thickets of theaters
and shows? If I can't have it any other way, and if
it's all the same to you, let's just have the theater close.
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Some people tell me there's a glory train coming, with
my seat prepared and headed right for the sky.
('My bags is a'packed, I's'a ready to ride.
Oh me. Oh my!)...
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