Non-Erotic Poetryan amnesia poembars and taxi-cabs,
friends and highways,
philosophers and arabs,
the beloved counselor
who'd serve me tea,
the times I was jailed
and the times I was freed
all
live on in my memory
only precariously
books that I read
things that I said
women I took to bed
have from my head
faded and fled
But much still lives on
and will come the dawn,
at least that's the star
that I wish upon
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