I met a chap
Who took a nap
Against me as we rode
The second train,
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Human interest things
Concern Banana Kings.
That's what Henri spoke
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The crest descends
And with it, a deluge of gloom
Like this evening
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Spilling lighter fluid from a 5 gallon jug
No, the body wouldn’t fit in the hole that he dug
“Feels like a gravestone shining my shoes, ”
He spoke to the flame
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If you, unaided, fell amidst
A combo of kazoos
With Roman robes, physician probes
And xenophobe gurus
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From Stepping Stones To Dance
I met a chap
Who took a nap
Against me as we rode
The second train,
As roads will drain
Our will to bear the load.
I did not know him.
Chances were slim
That our paths should cross
For his spine
Was shaped like mine,
A vine gnarled with loss.
His eyes were shut;
That did not cut
From me this sudden trance
Because his feet,
Likewise, were beat
From stepping stones to dance.
And how his hands drew
Déjà vu
From my own distant past
The nails coarse
With pained remorse;
The lifeline treads were vast.
Soon he stood,
His legs like wood
From dreaming he could fly
He shook his head,
Laughed and said:
'To greet, or bid goodbye! '