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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
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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
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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,
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Apparently with no surprise,
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play,
In accidental power.
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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,
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I prefer isolation and dark,
No disturbance from dog’s bark,
Easy escape from assassin’s mark,
No problem for vehicle’s park,
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BLESSED be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
A bloody, arrogant power
Rose out of the race
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When Abraham Lincoln was shoveled into the tombs he forgot
the copperheads and the assassin . . . in the dust, in the
cool tombs.
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(SAINT HELENA, 1821)
Take it away, and swallow it yourself.
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Hover
the imagined center, our tongues
grew long to please it, licking
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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;
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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?
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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
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To Ianthe:
Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been matchless deem'd;
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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
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Abandoned summer,
Hotter than the desert sand,
My bare body,
Trembles in your arms,
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He truly loved the purple sun, descending from the hills,
The ways through the woods, the singing blackbird
And the joys of green.
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I wait for you
ready to leap at you
from every corner
at every turn
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A youth in apparel that glittered
Went to walk in a grim forest.
There he met an assassin
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I don't be blastin' no techs/ or even cashin' no checks/ but I'm having passionate sex/ with the only woman who can handle my ass you can bet/ layin' kisses down the back of her neck/ and if I had to rate our life, It'd have to be X/ we're like rabbits, I jest/ so let's just go back and reset/ back to when our two dumb asses had met/ and some of the mistakes we made were tragic at best/ but we pulled through anyways, like magic. We're blessed/ It's hard to contain this love even in this massive a chest/ I sometimes feel my mind unfastened, a mess/ and you're right there asking why I'm sad and distressed/ when I find myself thinkin' of when I was an assassin of flesh/ and I've gone back to unrest/ you fire me back up like a dragon with breath/ and the best thing about that is I never had to ask you for this.
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Memory kills time,
as time kills life…
Faster than a paid assassin,
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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.
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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,
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the wounded will seem strange flame
but the wasp assassin escapes
with the run
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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.
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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
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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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