Terence Winch Poems

I can't think of anything else
to talk with you about. We have
discussed our jobs, our daily commute,
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we lived one flight up in our
apartment building and whenever someone
would ring the downstairs bell
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Everything was exactly the way it had always been:
the limos waiting at the hotel in the square, the boutiques,
scalpers, the patter of salespeople, the elaborate
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Maybe it was the cars crashing tonight,
the full moon, that made us wild.
In the living room there was a big fight
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These Indian pictures never lie.
Their rules against extravagant innocence
are always religiously obeyed. Old people
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Old people cry too much.
They walk in the morning
to the railway station.
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Whereas time has caught up with me and the boiler
broken down again, and day after day it snows and snows
and there I am, with my shovel, in the dark
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Guy asks me for $1.80 on the subway.
White guy, bald, shirt and tie.
Says they towed his car with his wallet in it.
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Small green couch in the living room. I come home at night and sit in it.
'Law & Order' is on TV. I have a glass of cheap cabernet and make eggs
for dinner. It gets later and later. I hit the mute button and listen
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An old man arrived at my door with light bulbs.
I opened the door a crack
and asked what he wanted. He said he wanted
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