(P/B) THE DAYS RUN AWAY LIKE WILD HORSES OVER THE HILLS

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self-destruction

my snake's red fingers
he said
and they took him off the couch
and put him on the stretcher
and carried him down
25 steps
and his woman crossed her legs
(I could almost see her beautiful crotch)
and lit a cigarette
and said
I just
can't kaant see what possessed him,
and I slapped her across the face
flying the cigarette to the rug
like some Mars thing
and followed the stretcher
on down.

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what a man I was
mine
freedom
as the sparrow
his wife, the painter
down thru the marching
these things
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plea to a passing maid
waste basket
: : : the old movies
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I taste the ashes of your death
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Uruguay or hell
notice
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ants crawl my drunken arms
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meanwhile
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war and piece
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when you wait for the dawn to crawl through the
screen like a burglar to take your life away-
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did I ever tell you?
song of my typewriter:
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a last shot on two good horses
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fire
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to hell with Robert Schumann
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even the sun was afraid
on a grant
finish
the underground
from the Dept. of English
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