E.J. Langley Poems

Hearts are broken everyday

and I console myself in this
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What would a scream look like on paper?

If I could write a scream I'd have something!
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Who ignored the sunshine
down to the very last day flower
in motor cars
with gasoline
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Mozart plays pool on the far table by the window

Still mourning the death of his father
his great mass is pounding in his head
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The feeling at the heart of things
is the infinite reality of poetry

It reasons the perspectives are boundless
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The saddest room in Havana is the smoking lounge in the Varadero Airport

I haven't the energy even for distraction
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A softer hand there couldn't be
A kinder face I've never seen

Don't get too close for I am old
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