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My childhood-was in St. Paul, a neighborhood

where sunlit lilacs were growing-

pink and crimson red. My younker at seventeen

(on this heavenly body earth, of paving material and cement)

I say with the sole purpose a particle of my life, forgive me...not sure

where it went.

I was saved by many women, to be a dwelling for them

cupid of the neck of the woods , spinal column later.

I am soothing and unrecorded in a gaping drum

a reverie of a percussive instrument (some say):

I worship comeliness in all forms, even dark roses-

and blue jays and yellowish bisque near rooster floating
on top.

I distaste inactive or unburnished copper-base alloy. In my gag I listen

for echoes, from the outside of the worldwide.

Today at the café, the man intersectant from me-

staring and writing, achromatic hair, lightproof glasses,

under an umbrella, (perhaps gay)

is noisy in his skin, for a friend, to look

mysterious for him-, he had a letter to give, and

I didn't filch it...!

Men by themselves hope

to have a word as gods someday, perchance to be one, or

looked upon as, so it seems at the end

they will the worldwide near petite or nothing,

but a fine-tuning of cloths and hat, perchance a

mattress and bed....

And when comes the day, our cruiser comes in, to take

us away...never to return, we're all in the nude again!

Comments: The whole complicated conglomerate of people and our bodies and minds collapsing after time, is written, and memorized cavernous within us, there is occurrence for everything it has been said, below the sun, but walk-to will not get it done, we essential run with the twirl to fill all the gaps in our inner self and minds. Thus, a early examination, a profile, if you please, is requisite today, or so I feel, and now you got it.

#1680 2-6-2007