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Poetry by
Michael
December 01, 1999 |
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The Last Autumn Of An Era |
Gap?babies?in?cargo?frills
dance?naked?in?a?pornographic?caper.
The?queen?is?slave?to?her?servants,
and?I?dance?slowly
to?my?own?music.
With?a?twist?of?the?heel
and?a?turn?of?the?century,
the?old?music?screams?loud?in?my?ears
until
all?the?hurly?burly?of?our?great?clockwork
is?drown?to?a?quiet,
?????????????????????????muffled
??????????????????????????????????roar,
and?all?I?hear
is?the?silent?throb?of?falling?water
deep?behind?my?ears.
The?squirrels?scurry,
and?I?dance?on,
alone?under?a?lamp?post?and?the?midnight?sky.
My?only?companions:
the?leaves?in?the?wind
and?a?memory?of?a?girl?that?never?was. |
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