A casual touch to be the end of me, like the purring of
A ghost:
I carried your cigarettes to the cemetery, and you were
The most utmost;
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A casual touch to be the end of me, like the purring of
A ghost:
I carried your cigarettes to the cemetery, and you were
The most utmost;
...
Life may be as hungry as death, but I am certain
It is never as fulfilled:
As I set out, my body throbs like a coward:
I get my haircut with politicians while the other tourists
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Going down the road are cars:
Cars full of family inherited to their declinations:
Fathers drive, and mothers watch out,
And Spot is sticking out his tongue enjoying the
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Morning trills sound beautiful to the untrained ear:
But maybe there are more than blue eyes opening to this
Sound everywhere in the trailer parks
Of the open country:
...
Now the quiet intrudes on the silence:
Bodies lay as restive as hummingbirds who have stopped
Breathing:
All of your offspring are lying beside you just as most
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When did she lose herself after shop class
And maybe barefoot in the crown of thorns in some part
Of the off centered diamond
In the landscaping of middle school:
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Emptied by my occupations, as by your thoughts:
This is how I dream out wounded on the perfect field,
Like the yellowest of birds with a broken wing,
Fallen from the roof of your house, fallen past the gold fish:
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I have a band-aid but not where you kissed me;
This is a new hemisphere,
A spherical galaxy over my eye while the traffic goes blinking;
And there are famous cemeteries and famous ladies of the night,
...
Tenures of rain and all the world a song,
Girls tramping in voices that get deeper but are
Never more than shallow:
Seemly reflections in the Pentecostal refinement
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