is laughter and dead flowers
the pining of the young
or at least the younger than you
the lure of the last bus out
is condensation and lips pressed
the density of proper nouns
the innocents alone
you can’t break spells with sincerity
no, not anymore
is falsity and repression
the giving in of fortune
misdeeds twisted open
is avenues of spent trees
the dying out of here
there’s time ahead, there is
January 24, 1999
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