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Untitled (2/25/11)

August 15, 2011

sex revamped, taking the nature of civilization with it
in a cold-hard sneer the size of mothballs
wearing hats, blocking lights,
weary stares carve frames out of mouths
so teeth can go by cleanly

upshot to the tower in rain in night
blossoming like gossamer shades,
curtaining blues and gargoyles,

how romantic it is to sheath unknowing strangers
in tempting stories filled with sighs,

lakes below trapping lovelorn looks in travel books,
and ticket pamphlets to the latest shows

on the sidewalk, to be trampled by

the camera crew on its way to dolly
the same scene with more meaning
and better light

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