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the opening I crawled in
the opening you gave me was wide
there is wind in our hair
your smile goes north
I can not shake this loser crow
but love is here like a pendant
stuck to my chest first a lapel
then father sort of pin with rose for only this day
there was jazz someplace in the building
a pump of realism
a shore of imagination pebbled
picking simple
simple pickling
I hate my self
it is too many reasons and some mornings
no raisins, not enough sunshine,
not enough beautiful low male black voices
recovery
who’s turn is it to make coffee?
I will have my sips from lovers tea cup
what ever she wants and
the mystery of making a poem fade
glow into the past and stay forever
what ever he wants
not much after this
everything is after this
and before for that matter but most of all everything
said is yes