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At night the TV frees my tears and howls
as movies merry-ghost lost B-grade worlds.
John Wayne corralled-with rope of fettered jowls
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THE DEPARTURE
He shook the sunrise by each arm
and found the ship by slip of day.
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That scoundrel, Frost, ice petaled curls,
then withered-wizened blooms, once girls;
the Fall nips love with sorrel pain:
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Of all the flowers I behold
I love most, Dawn, my marigold.
To view this flame within the shade
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My girls soon grow, increase in height
then steer to weedy left or right.
Each stem will veer or fork or shove:
in hell, roots wind; blooms nod above;
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Last night the ladies had alarm:
their petaled parasols of charm
were drenched and torn against the fences-
wretched fate of splendid wenches-
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A jack- o- lantern smiles tonight
a sly and sneering goblin grin.
A squash now mocks my life once bright,
for halloween’s so black-cat dim.
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Those Trojans taught a horse to speak.
(I didn’t know that they knew Greek) .
A language learned, that door flung wide,
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