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I
the award-winning ceremonies
light up the candelabrum
but what to any purpose?
oh to a purpose they do
II
I put it either of two ways
for you
you eat my bag of Frito-Lays
or poo
this from my staff of writers keynote
bought for the price of one new C-note
III
they drift away
and come back laughing
in a new suit of clothes
sans collar
maybe it’s rolled down into their shirt
to coin an image
IV
you wrap into some new image
quelques pensées
for what it’s worth
not here you hear
and from the rear
me too in vacancy
V
happiness was like a little star
tipped on its side
all day long and into
the night
VI
for them it is a holiday
the feast of new business
the wrecking crew
VII
red
VII red
this is no joke
VIII
Jacob Epstein
the sculptor
for your bust
no Gaston Lachaise
undoubtedly
IX
they tore down the mortuary
for the sake of an apartment building
which made the old church cuter
but then they tore it down too
the old church for an apartment
building
X
soft as any thigh
the underdown
of any Kolinsky brushes
XI
your face is like a warm peach
with the sun on its folds
hot
XII
merchant
your melons are for sale
as at some wayside bazaar
in the Casbah or somewhere
XIII
like
Robespierre’s têtes
the city has a mind of its own
XIV
small and tortured
the Monterey pine
is beautiful as bonsai
XV
where do they camp the Yahoos
as in some sacred pilgrimage
I have been with Houyhnhnms
XVI
I have eaten my (2) chocolate cake
and (2) orange juice
and on an airplane flight
I have had the jet lag
the world going one way
and me another
XVII
poised over the match flame
she lights her brazier
in the stereotypical night
full of whatnot and stars
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