Andrew James Poems

bursting down broadway blazing with mozart
the paramount tosses out onto lacquered pavement
bundled parcels under deco neon
(mozart forty-one tonight! etc. etc. etc.)
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the moon peels back each
in tremulous cadence
her outer raiment
…the darkening orb of earth
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you are not the seconds and minutes and hours of things
or the days and weeks and months and years of things
or whatever to me love could or should be to you the very center
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