Tony Towle Poems

Dawn turns up black and important
before the sun shows it's only dawn
blackness and all.
The picture is different,
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In August I will visit a distant land, and in September
a beautiful woman will fall in love with me.
In autumn I look out the window.
In December I go to the movies.
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The two knights suggest to the king that he take the hero
into his confidence. The pantomimes are spaced to accommodate them.
It is a work of great beauty. It is night. Four boys
remain on the scene. They choose four girls. This is what happens:
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The decision is for continuing?
The plans are as impetuously dispatched,
the note to the embassy is as mandatory,
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We move frontally toward dominion,
which is something I've wanted to do;
but with too much appeasement in that advertisement,
too brief,
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Only one at a time of mourning,
in which the edge of the hill
is going down
and I was close to loving you for it.
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Checking off the list, I saw you
as you really were,
spiced, like a fist in my sleep,
finished, like the purr of a galley.
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The ability to create illusion, that's what I have, what
all true actors have. By our mere presence on a stage
we can create any image we choose. We haven't eaten
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You've left me by myself and I fall to pieces into the river.
It's the same voice, this time between 3 and 4 a.m.;
four lies about blondes. Boom, a quiet sun. I still like
toast and jam, in fact I feel like toast and jam; it's spring,
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You've left me by myself and I fall to pieces into the river.
It's the same voice, this time between 3 and 4 a.m.;
four lies about blondes. Boom, a quiet sun. I still like
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