BIRTHDAY: AND SO WHAT?
(an abstract)
Who remembers where we're going?
Chocolate broom Paulette wanted
to beat it.....with a bloom. All things
too. Even the impaired : False idols
and idle saints at their grottos with
the imperfections of man.
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Over in McGovern's bar, in Newark,
we were sitting at the union meeting;
the back room was humming with
guys. Thirty men, all nursing beers.
A falsetto contingent of gangsters,
sitting together while drinking their
swill, admiring all that they have.
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Money and dues and other guys' wives.
Pathetic 2nd homes at the Jersey shore,
where their filthy sons and daughters
hang out for more.
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The little dead-end street we lived on :
They call me the Japanese landlord and
I don't ever know why.
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Shameful peanuts; let's call this one
something nice - the regular soldier
with the missing arm; the peg-legged
sailor puking off stern.
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When the completion comes, the
partial will come to an end - the
whole loss will it be of this green,
green, dwindled Earth. I take my
humiliation on a grand scale. The
biggest within mind is all I can take.
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