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of the Person "Let my keel break Oh let me sink into the sea" Non committal honkys & the passive dot communists The players & the fiddlers The married mentors vs. the disappointed man trap The magnetic firebrand Impossibly high standards & incredibly poor judgment carry us through short suckerpunch days & nights & we carry the days & nights through fasttrack heartache Ambivalence drivers with their lights flashing The sirens sing to old Odysseus you know as a friend The love triangle rings for dinner while I'm hungover & broken out of proportion to the borrowed sips of wine & gimlets My dear confidante My ally & hero Namaste there'd be days like this There'd be days like this namaste namaste Down the street from one last thing you can do for me You can say to me say you love me & miss me but not in & not with & make the past a cocoon around simea cynthia chrysalis around winter solace of days getting longer until they hatch from fallopian nausea of drop dead gorgeous 31 was my best year yet but so far I'm only 30 Conjured by ghosts The octave range of celestial death & nova Of gestation & eclipse The moon is tapioca & the sun is oshinko Love burns me From tapestries like sails to the first snow at the lip of phobias I went from abandoned carriage houses to now defunct coffee shops & found every grace there was to find Egotistical enough to be thrilled deserving & stripped to the empty & incandescent nerve that contradicts nothing Gone is the color of my true love's hair & vacant are her eyes Pot bellied middle aged soul with mid afterlife crisis in full swing Oh let the seafloor break & reveal a world beyond Let me kneel at the lip be the roof some sloughed year some old idea of love The roof it leaps from Let me be the ball Let me be awe & strange machinations Let me love & sustain love & let me love angels & heros Let me invoke Deleuze in Louisiana Raskolnikov on the horizon Lost with grey haired Beadles & red Virginias with an Almanac of Richards The Marys & Jans Jumpy clairvoyants on the insomniac stairs Arthur in the pocket Ace in the air The kitchen clock that stopped once & now springs ahead dedicated People who died & got to work I am dedicating this I dedicate I dedicate this year paper in the shoe the rusted keyboard in the snow I dedicate this desultory unpressed year to you
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