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INVISIBLE POEM #12

Do I have desire really
Or am I all postponement
And ordinary belief
Enemies walk down the street
One with a limp the other
Talking to the workman on a walkie talkie

Doubt peoples their telephones

Unexploded trace

Night comes along angry about
something but what

It's not our fault but we go inside

Then day comes back with a box
Of fireworks it got at the docks

The rest of the life
Was paved primly
And one went here and back
Then we knew who made what
As the songs shipped unnoticed
In and out of memory

I miss those people
And how clearly different from me
They were without any effort
By me or them

Still

Would you like some coffee