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Strange now to think of you, gone without corsets & eyes, while I walk on
the sunny pavement of Greenwich Village.
downtown Manhattan, clear winter noon, and I've been up all night, talking,
talking, reading the Kaddish aloud, listening to Ray Charles blues
AS I sat alone, by blue Ontario's shore,
As I mused of these mighty days, and of peace return'd, and the dead
that return no more,
To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he'd removed
Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good!
Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble!
Oh, rack of enchantments!
For the first time, hurrah for the unheard-of work,
I prefer isolation and dark,
No disturbance from dog’s bark,
Easy escape from assassin’s mark,
No problem for vehicle’s park,
BLESSED be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
A bloody, arrogant power
Rose out of the race
When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgot
the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the
(SAINT HELENA, 1821)
Take it away, and swallow it yourself.
A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
Attired all in garb of old days;
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn
From his displeasure; in whose look serene,
When angry most he seemed and most severe,
What else but favour, grace, and mercy, shone?
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart
Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem
My voice unworthy of the theme it tries,--
I would take up the hymn to Death, and say
Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
Thus they in lowliest plight repentant stood
Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above
Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd
The stonie from thir hearts, and made new flesh
the imagined center, our tongues
grew long to please it, licking
Hotter than the desert sand,
My bare body,
Trembles in your arms,
He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,
The ways through the woods, the singing blackbird
And the joys of green.
I wait for you
ready to leap at you
from every corner
at every turn
Memory kills time,
as time kills life…
Faster than a paid assassin,
Femme fatales and those gangster's molls,
Add Nikita the assassin for good measure.
And a callous Killing Eve I dare not forget,
Cold hearted killers who's work is pleasure.
He had tough hands and a metal heart they said.
Oh so ideal for an assassin!
He was cautious and enthusiastic,
Walked through darkness like a shadow,
the wounded will seem strange flame
but the wasp assassin escapes
with the run
He was a woman chaser and he started to want a woman old-fashioned.
But he fell in love with a paid assassin.
He married her but he couldn't give up his skirt chasing ways.
He didn't realize the end was coming to his days.
A Sonoran Assassin Bug Is Impaled on a Cactus Spine and Eaten by a Tarantula
This plumage that sprouts on barren immensity,
Capsized medusa with upturned stingers
My face can be very deceiving I can confuse anyone even without many reasons.
Some people think that they all have it figured out about me but they don't and that's deep.
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