Friday, May 5, 2017

9483. NOW COME HERE, WILLY-NILLY

NOW COME HERE, 
WILLY-NILLY
Your Chesterfield-Homburg hat wears a smile.
It does nothing for me, but I understand the
premise : there are premature emotions in
all sorts of places. Fortunately, I am good
at playing dumb.
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This is how my sister Emily flew home :
on the wings of desire. The rest of the
small town greeted her with delight,
while I just looked the other way. Like
a veteran, I limped, and pretended
at having awful wounds.
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Oh, but, that was so long ago. KheSan,
Pleiku, An Loc, Phuon Long, and
even Dienbeinphu. Out of time,
but still a song. In the Highlands,
the Montengards, they hitched
beads and made trinkets all day.
Once fires and flame learned to
fall from the sky, it was all over,
and so was I.

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