Heaven, it's half past seven-
time to throw the covers off
the sun is shining through the blinds.
And- well, can you beat that-?
...
Ovid, or whoever it was, got it all wrong
And for that alone was justly packed off:
He has been greatly wronged, Theseus, poor lad,
Who, closing on thirty, was not longer awfully young-
...
My dear, when people disagree with you
Must you conclude they dislike you?
That's irrational
And terribly self-indulgent.
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'Venus! It's you! '
'You recognize me? '
'Anywhere! Is that your Meryl Streep look? '
'Very funny.'
...
Into the azure drink beside me and that was that.
I guess I should consider myself lucky:
I could have been soup, my shell slung on a wall
Sporting a tape-patched bullet hole. Ah, well.
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Into the purple sea, feet first
along the whale's black back
stuck with barnacles and whorls of worms
slips the man from the boat
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It was all very troubling:
after seven years of marriage to her whiny husband
with whom he exchanged a functional loathing
when their virtual twin-ship must needs be admitted
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Like twin ghazal of origin co-eval
each a brandish bound and confessional
falling satellite-like through the seven rings
of very little I quit balking to recall
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