7624. AND MIRACULOUS, DAEDALUS

AND MIRACULOUS, DAEDALUS

I cannot pronounce your name any longer without

wincing  -  the slovenly streetcars roll by in the rain

and I am only put in mind of trouble. Tracks in the

water where electricity travels? A wonder I'm alive.

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I once sought out the porno palace on Endicott Street

just to look for someone like you. There were so many

things to do, I had to fight for time. 'What's it like to be

a famous guy?', someone asked of someone else. 'Someone's

got to do it,' the other said. Like gasoline at a campfire outing.

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I remained, longer than necessary. The light was coming up

and the minstrel bread-man was heard singing Beatle tunes.