In your dream there is that buzzing sound
near your ear.
They know when you are most vulnerable,
a forearm on top of a blanket,
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I don’t need to get a driving license to walk,
I never have to circle the block to park my feet,
There is no waiting in line to gas my sandals and
No quarterly payments for insurance for my toes.
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His friends amazed at his skill,
witnessing flesh conquering machine.
He was one with the claw, grasping a
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Standing in the hot Tuscan sun where roads cross,
The mustachioed tattered prince of a despised race
Of centuries of darkness squints at the line of cars arriving
From the cool countryside queuing up at the red light.
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Twenty four miles from work to home,
I coexist with the smell of dog and leather,
hints of the former owner: cigarettes, fries,
a pine tree hanging long ago.
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Darkness
BANG!
Shine, sparkle
Pop, snap, crackle,
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