He has a home …
… he has a friend …
… both new concepts to him
Strips of dew hover over the palace lawns
Few possessions survive so many moves
All boys were bad crooks
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day
I watch the kid walk down the street
We’ll probably never see each other again
Staring at a spot on the sidewalk
There’s nowhere else to eat at this hour
The harsh smell of lighter fluid hits my nose
Suddenly the pickup bell rings
The wild boar is very good tonight
The champagne bottle shoots out of the bucket
My brother got me my first job
On the spot, without introduction
The problem for those left alive …
… is what to do about revenge
Death is always thinking about me
She remembered the bus ride back
The world outdoes them every time
My nature is a quiet one, anyway
He said the sweetest things to me
Only the last part was true
The man in khaki smiled
There are always those. There’s always that
I’m looking for my hat
The dusk was threatening to enwrap us
The sun was lowering over the blue range to the west
An angry unemployed man who’d …
… have been just as angry if he’d had a job
Then she phoned him one night
He didn’t really know what scampi was
She wasn’t going to wake up
His knuckles scraped the wall behind him
I hear you had kind of a strange halloween
I don’t know …
… whether I looked confused …
… but I certainly felt it
The train no longer registers on any timetables
I’m still searching for the thread
Around us was a modest crowd
What wakes me is the feeling of being in company
They sat in silence for a moment
The gods of antiquity tossed saints and sinners …
… lovers and chimeras up into the heavens …
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