TWENTY BEANS
A dollar makes my feet, and
I've done all I can do to stay right
here; holding these nightmares
in place with these fingers -
tired and bent as they are.
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The funny guy in the pale blue
suit, he thinks he's Uncle Floyd.
He plays panty-line piano in a
soundless voice. I can hardly seem
to listen to the energy he wastes.
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The gymnasium they had built for
the husky lame, it's closed up now.
They ran short-man basketball
games, but no one came. Who
would want to watch small guys
play at being large anyway?
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