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It’s always daylight there
My brother comes running down the sidewalk
holding out his arms and calling my name
He’s wearing suspenders. He’s gotten thinner
in heaven
He embraces me warmly
wanting us to be friends
I give up trying to resist
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Eroica sprawled among/
the horns and violins
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During this season of Persephone, /
fight against the will of Hades.
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But I like it best when I wake up
And the wild drain of dreaming ends
And the good stiff draught of Reality
Sets in
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people talk about depression/ as a great black hound/ bounding upon them,/ teeth set/ for the heart.
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I don’t remember the name of the boy in high school
or if I cried at his funeral
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Our lives depend on/
engineers
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Getting up and reading his poem
The stuffy poet sitting back down
On the leather couch, which creaks under his weight
After adjusting his narrow tie from the 1980’s
The stuffy poet clearing his throat, twice,
During an enemy’s reading
The s
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ripple/
the shore with minute/
but manifold alterations.
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Fine gradations of the fractional/
fissure the eggshell whole we crave
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Every collection of men requires a curator.
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The cats repeat themselves/
eying and sniffing the same phenomena
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And they call these the "golden years."
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Baby sea horses on skewers.
Goat lung in a nice Chianti reduction.
Dog liver with hot green peppers?
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