Louis Kasatkin Poems

Do maps redraw themselves after they are

rolled up and put back in the drawer?
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We sleep the sleep of forever

sleep the sleep of here and now,
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What the State says is lies
which those in office seek to disguise,

with myth, fiction, opinion or fable
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Tendril lines snaking

coiled uncoiled uncoiling,
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Every evening at 5.09
he leaves the office,
takes the streetcar
into town,
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a barely muted buzzing of flies
thousands upon thousands,
a counterpoint click-clicking
of crickets in chorus,
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The mordant day drifts along its course
into the deep deep of evening,
its hours exhausted by a futility
arduously wrought with effort, endeavour, exasperation;
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The hours of Autumn chime
their slow lament,
dedicated to lachrymose entwined
self-pity and ennui;
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Days are made charitable by their absence,
best off intruding someone else's eviscerated
existence rather than mine;
Time was when I felt
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What do the numbers do when calculators are switched off?

And when they are switched back on again,
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