The cat couldn't sleep
for the smell of bodies
in the mist rolling in
from the graveyard
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From Latin for laurel, lauris, is Laura,
but there are hints of an ear and dawn,
of gold and especially breeze:
auris et aurora, aurum et aura.
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I posed to my stylist,
'I'll tell you what I want
then I'll shut my eyes
and tell you nothing more.
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Hours after I'd resigned myself to watching the fireworks on TV
and seen the aftermath of the Iranian embassy bombing in Beirut,
blatant or surreal,
one shortened-sleep night,
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It appears
in their efforts to clean out the lower spheres
know-it-alls
have unearthed high corruptions with the low.
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I like to work myself up into a poetry lather of a morning
and wonder if I could always be on the beat.
I've lost the fear it mightn't come back,
as it seems to only recede.
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As with breathing
so with superstition
a lack
causes their rise and fall...
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She revealed to someone acquainted with death,
an artist of tropical skill,
'Everything I am
and know
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At the top of a page in my dictionary are two words
in comparatively large type, averring,
'All words hereon lie between us'.
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