The bodies of flesh always fail:
It was what they were made to do, like seahorses doing somersaults
In the brine,
Looking like they can last forever only to be dashed on the rocks
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You really pull the course to the side,
Until all of the dogs stop running and all of the bets are off:
I really don’t know much about you,
Alma, save that I wish you for my bride,
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Now I have really felt the worth of my dreams:
They were first golden but they soon grew into your green,
A-,
And I cant help bragging of you:
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You looked so divine: I wonder what the world is like
In which you carry yourself: It is no more real than my world,
But it is so much more beautiful
Than mine,
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I ask you about your family all of the time
A-,
Because I have none of my own, and because that
I would die for yours:
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I made the sign of the cross and other
Holy anachronisms that my name could not provide,
Then we cut out of the square dance and went to a private
Rink amidst the sun-vanished trees:
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On loan from the washbasins of mandevilla,
My scars make no pronunciations of their own:
They are the love letters to the death
And blind who fall asleep through their troubles
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Head strong boys with championship toys
Bric-a-brac and march along,
Drumming the footsteps of a forest’s song,
Like in bed I touched Alma’s knee as tiny as a doll’s
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These words who burn my throat like lies:
Alma says that I am a liar,
That I am always lying: but the clouds lie too when they
Seem to perceive the images of our language,
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Your daughter’s body was sick today, and I could not
Help it
With the customers coming in and buying corn fifteen for
A dollar until my parents painted over the sign:
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