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Sunday, January 03, 2010

First Time

for DH
So many minutes,
hopeful shoulder dozing—
So many neighbors,
High-rise project swampland
And last stop.

Weeping wound
Weeping desert,
wood worn and songs petering
nothings running ...

... ...
...
Where did the day go? Where did the year?
Pole-dancer, jerking for a quarter
the Coney Island princess
has lost her shine.

And everyone looks unamused
And everyone is a part of the show
Just who do we think we are?

It’s cold. The Comet has stalled.
Here is where fathers
bring their weekend babies

Tattered cat, grifters.
3 darts for a dollar

Deflated balloons.
Murky ocean, deserted walk

Tell you what: this one’s free!
Tell you what, this one’s on me.

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