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William Carlos Williams dreams the ones without the varicose veins, the surgical scar, the ones I keep in the drawerWilliam Carlos Williams dreams by `Nestalgica
next to my arms and my eyes, next to the little red dress I wore the day he told me he loved
the disappearing sound the train makes as it flows westward, like an apple rolling down a hill
or a poem he'd never write, the words all tumbling out uncontrollably with the margins stretching outward
instead of perching atop each other carefully, cross-legged and dignified, like kings and queens
my legs were long and always shaved then, dainty almost, thick drums of flesh that shook
in the late hours, wrapped up in leather and nets, bows adorning the black bac


architecture there are poor draftsmen who distill soundarchitecture by `Nestalgica
in forty-two proof and forty-nine hundred decibels
that will always sound like wingbeats maybe heartbeats too
whirring around the scaffolding at three hundred feet
where the men hurl their lunchmeat over the steel beams
far beneath where the airplane will land one day
and they all chant together "THESE ARE THE DAYS
OH YES THESE ARE THE DAYS" in a trembling baritone
fit through the skeleton of the city that shudders
like a violin shudders all night long
if it has to like one of the lonely women
shuddering in the pale light of her living room
cuddled up with he
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It's almost like an above view of them crawling out into out world.
Haha awesome work.
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