James Browning Kepple Poems

Your gypsy fiddle breaks the night
howls through the eaves a torrid tear,
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cooking for two

my chinese woman has returned from space,
she has taken care to bring me such cosmic dust,
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Terrestrial doubts

As another sun goes down on the underground
One reaches up for light
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theres a corncob hat underneath the fedora,
it fits well into the curvatures,
in the sun we wear two hats,
one on the other, to align our heads with heat,
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