Saturday, August 1, 2009

His Best Work Lies Behind Him


Blinking grey the queer signs are proper whores:
Them that accept that they are broke when they
Dangle the possibilities of kiss off the clock.
But, of course, this is all done with a purpose,
That shadows know and only the drunks are tantalized.

Better that I did not write you of the wonder of it
Elsewise would we still be in fear of shade and night
The signs of non-being just a bunch of thrill,
Stretched out into starving tomorrows.

Take cover, now, and keep in touch.

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