lesson

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what do you think now , yer a hobo?

or an oboe?

      you used to think oboe 

well oboe aint identical to hobo

or snow blow

or baseball

boston red sox 7
los angeles 5
bottom of the 9th inning


let's say begining inn night of jesus born
birth to world chrismas coming on the distance
life and death maid and maiden

lover and approxy or proxy or epoxy
when verbs go marching
tramping
wondering around your imagined eyebrows
taking everything literally
like a spoken poem
broken in the canal that called over the reaching ridge


'I have a broken heart' "J'ai realise que mon coeur etait brise..."


what does that signify a broken heart mister philosopher and your philosophy department
and yer power and yer academic ridges and bullshit


and the way they take you for your games
not yer ideas and accomplishments what kind of world is this?
Charlotte Corday what kind of world is this?
hacked buttocks in the street
the attack on the village in Apocalypse Now

that says it all
same thing going on in Baghdad
other cities in the world
permanent civil war

yep yep the guns in the street the soldiers got guns
in the street the cops don camouflage pants

scares intimidates the populace O citizens O nights O worriers


and all the skinny lovers you did not have love
you did not have love you did not did not
as night cuts the hand the lungs
breathing for love
the love missed
the love caught
love bought cookies on the native tongue

love not heard or howled in its treasure night
Or night say night the word recurring
and the little babies crying sobbing the same old word

but we seek always the wave pushing up against the wake

the wake pushing up against death

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that is the real lesson of poetry ~


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