May 18 2010
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Hermann says to Jack (Mr. K)
pour out the sinewy, bulbous river
de las almas, Taker
and purge the atmosphere of
wasted moments
like tar-ridden lungs
en las montañas
where the sludge wears thin,
you get left with sticky surfaces
lest you scrub, but
when spiders spin at night
they get a pass these days
and so i pass this to you,
amigo,
like a still moving corpse
dictating Milton to the babe:
some days are nighttime
some days are dark
some days the long-set sun
waits a while longer,
sits still
One might do worse
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