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invisible ray # 28 - 9/20/05 labor day weekend
6 spots
then 3 &
out
i think he meant 5 or
10 (imagination)
summer is
scaffolding itself around
the coming fall
it's the first 3 day holiday
that i'm not glad to be having off
donald is already stacking firewood
in his head
still to verify his life's
still lived
his hands
lung
a labor of patience
his birthday soon to be behind him
again
barbecued
later the small reddening puffs
of clouds will slowly make their way
across the sky between bldings
where the music will drench my hot tired
self as ".....pity divides the soul
and man unmans."
as sorrow for others is drown
deep within my heavily lined pockets
this weekend
i will collect part of the money
owed me
buy a set of colored pencils
& a 50 cent belt
off the street
it's memories
will immediately sift thru my nostril
like all the quinine ever used to cut dope with
tonight i will dream
that i am being hoisted upward
away from polluted water
death
flowers
friends
government
rats
rabbits
prisons &
pigs
no more dirty laundry for awhile
poisoned glass gloves
my feet dangling safely above
the filth
in the dream i will be frightened by
a "Negro"
but this is a good sign & one that denotes
safety
when i wake
i will paint onions on my garlic
snapshot the damn picture for
posterity
(fed the same images over & over again)
kiss Precious Slaughter good morning
rescue the bacon
ignore the gallows & the
hearse
& armchair the good weather
& the birds.
steve dalachinsky nyc 9/20/23/05
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