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he taught me to speak
OCTOGENARIAN

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he floated,
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bespeckled everyone's fingers,
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he taught me how to speak
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like a silent river
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a bed of sand
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when I was a closed, cracked door
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that only he could see through
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I was a jouster
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in empty fields
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plowing for regeneration
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blade humming, beating against the silent corn
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I set time bombs amongst my lungs
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I spat on myself
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with the tobacco juice of degradation
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those sticks will jump up and poke ya I said
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lucid, gargantuan smile on his face
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open to climbing spectacles
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and he shattered my thirst for the tremble and the seizure
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he climbed my humor freeze
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used his dirty nails
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and I watched my laughter crack and escape down our faces
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I told him he made the car hood into a sliding board
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and that a cop would pull him over for riding up there
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and he intensified the chalk night
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with fervor and beacons
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an ornament in the blackened bronze brush
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a little deliverer
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he sketched in his books
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popping candy in brooks
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he battled a rhinoceros that was only soil
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I picked up my war clothes
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and dueled
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this time my pores popped
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my asteroids collided
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I shrieked
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the cry only a toy soldier
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can make
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17 Apr 09


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i can't make sense of it, my pores popped... as a whole ... is this a art form of prose... or is it whacked out art... i am trying to learn something here from this... j.g. smiles
 — goeszon

he had a salary
I didn't.
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