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On the Professional Diarist

There must be something more to it, some sense behind the scenes, a glimpse of meaning not quite shared, or else my mind’s not keen enough to understand the point of merely keeping track of each new day’s minutiae; the … Continue reading

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Undertown

There’s nothing much that’s happening here in Undertown since they closed the old refinery and sent those pink slips ’round; Down at Cheaters they’re still drinking, but the jukebox plays the sound of old frustrations. It’s been fourteen years and … Continue reading

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An Assessment of the Situation

The telephone is ringing; The assessor’s on the line. He wants to avoid meeting us, and asks us if that’s fine. In essence, he wants us to lie and say his job is done; He’s three hours from New Orleans … Continue reading

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Ain’t Too Proud to Beg

The true ascetic does not ask for things to compensate them for some perceived lack; and yet, each vow of abstinence weaves strings of favors that they fancy will attract the warm benevolence of unseen might, a glance from some … Continue reading

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Gray Days #4

She’s waiting on the deputy, but he never comes; got her finger on the trigger, sucking silent on her thumb; and the ninety ninth caller has just been struck dumb: like an old pair of stockings he just turned to run. … Continue reading

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Whence the morning comes

All brave words pale to whimpered, mewling sighs; great structures crumble to their timber’s dust; aged soldiers’ shouts turn into babies’ cries, their heroism’s bread gnawed to the crust. Proud governments dissemble into gangs; philosophers’ grand speeches become babbles; elaborate … Continue reading

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Stupid War

The first draft of this song dates from 1975, when I was ten years old. I subsequently revised it in about 1985. I read in the papers ’bout the war today: we’re going to die from an overdose of moral … Continue reading

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