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THE
MAN WHO HATED LOVE
I
hate
love
I
hate love
because
I'm not
in it
on it
of it
with it
to it
out it
beside it
over it
under it
I look
out at
the crowd
Do any of them
love me
need me
want me
beg me
suck me
cure me
kill me
heal me
throw me
NO
You do
NOT
love me
You do
NOT
know
who I am
No matter how
HARD
I
GET
YOU
WILL
NOT
LOVE
ME
You'll love
everyone else
in the world
BUT
me
Faster
stronger
smarter
better
You'll love
THEM
not
ME
Then
you'll tell
everyone
you're
not in
love
anymore
You'll
hate love
too
It is
my
only
reward.
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who?
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SHAVED
HEAD AND GREAT LEGS
No
Kundera
No Hamsun
No Bukowski
No Fante
So I go with Kerouac
And while waiting to checkout
There she is
Her back to me
Looking at the new arrivals
I hardly notice her neatly shaved head
Because my eyes had moved past
The dirty denim jacket
To the blue polka-dot skirt clinging to
The best pair of legs I've seen all day
She knew it
I knew it
The whole damn library knew it
I am straining to look at her as she
Maneuvers around the shelf
Nobody says anything because it's a library
I am checked out
She is gone
I have The Dharma Bums
Dedicated to her.
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