THE MATADOR
COMES RUNNING
Like jazz in an upstream water :
the growing of sound from a
unseen thought. Jazz and thunder;
this tubular loft bends. 'Hold that
cape there, Buddy, we'll be done
in only a few.' (I'm holding some
cloth. Is that what he meant?).
Too dark for the lights to see.
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All this talk starts driving me
crazy. Idle talk, is that what the
bullfight means : chase the beast,
run it free? Where are the clowns
when I need them to be?
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