This job had no such drive. To this job there was a four lane highway, and there were kids waiting for the bus. Norm laughed while I sang. “If you see me gettin’ small, don’t worry. I’ve got the right to disappear.” Darrell yelled “Up, Chester, Up!” and the first piece of rediron came up to us, and it was nine oclock.
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ode to a fish headed fool
seventeen and shaving you stood before the faded mirror that only
showed parts of through its dim interior
shaving with a hunting knife, it sounded like
you were dragging the blade up the ragged muscles of your spine
your young voice drags to me over the years. “Jackson” you said,
“I done had every daughter the man got. His wife keeps gettin’
me aside to come over when he’s not home.”
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Enchanted Flames
soft blankets of white shroud umblemished infants
insincere, untouched, out of reach
pining, pining along a trail
a wilderness of lost souls
beyond the distance, a sparkle twitches
mocks the onlooking moon with graceful steps
Lord, awaken me from this hideous slumber
that I may look upon these foolish games of sensuous pride
I prayed for light
and the world paused
these soft, mad children dance to the mockery of a song unheard
I too dance
not to music but to a melody
a chariot of bronze mares
swaying to a tune
a gift
a love
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