TRICKERY
I don't know much about faraway things,
and I can't erase my name from ledgers
others hold, but on balance anything I've
done has been a mannered waste. A tub
of old gravy; things to discard.
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Once I put my truck up on blocks, thinking
I'd do so much. It stayed there for months,
and I never even went under it, nor opened
the hood. There was a pile of old tires right
there : good only for napping upon.
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I've read lots of theories, white swan and
black, golden oases, retro-fit journeys and
alien talk. I think little of any of it. Mere
pastimes, attempts at pale things. The
gate has hinges? The doorbell rings?
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