FRAGMENTS
I dazzled my spaniel with my hipster elan,
and once, and long ago. Now there are only
penny candies, penny-antes, and penny-whistles
to go : The Bitter End, the Other End, Cafe Wha,
and me. Bent and crooked and old and all gone.
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When I see these places again, in my dreaming,
they are like lost dances from another place and
time. I am climbing to Heaven, in a descending
barrel of hopes and possibilities. (My fragments
are all broken at the kneecaps).
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