Sunday, July 06, 2008

06 julio 2008: The nurse asked, "Are you the writer?"


rejected and despised. his gutter's toll
exacts the cost of freedom he'd imbibed.
deliberate, his choice, with blood inscribed:
the child the bride the house the job the soul:
the suicide engagement, nothing planned,
impulse and opportunity await,
the clock the hour the calendar the date,
humiliation's end the years unmanned
for sale for free no charge no money down
it all was a mistake that lasted long
beyond the overture before the song
the interstitial phantom like a clown
he is red nosed bald pated belly flop
the pointing fingers laughter never stop

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