by Jerry Ratch
Parsimony, Sage Advice, Alimony, and Time.
That would be one.
The Waste Land. The Hollow Men. The Red Wheelbarrow.
There are others,
But I have definite shoe anxiety dreams and can't get over them.
Do not Go Gently Into That Good Night. Alone, by Jack Gilbert.
How about: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more temperate and like an oil baron.
Or: I thought I heard a fly buzz when I died,
and have long-lasting dreams of earthquakes in the night.
It is dazzling all around me if I awake.
And I eat cupcakes in the darkened park
across the street from the Magnolia Bakery.
And suddenly we are in New York
And I see the life there
And hear the screech of the brakes of busses.
Sudden rains fall from the sky
And I smell that iron summer smell
And all is right.
Although my hair's a fright
because there is so much static in heaven.
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