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Funerary

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Funerary

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Subject: Funerary
Date: Fri, 08 Oct 1999 14:47:22 CDT


      "Funerary" (an impromptu done in the Cafe)

Unlike me, you put on your finest
To greet the coming dark,
That cold of soul
When my bare limbs
Scrabble at the empty sky.
You put on your finery,
Golds and scarlets
And yellows turning hues
So far beyond
That which I could ever do.
I feel old
The bare bone within
Turns cold and tired.
My somber blacks begin to
Whisper
This is you, this is you:
October beneath a Kansas moon
Moving hither and yon
And empty as an empty spoon
Dipping into what is left
Of life.
How your colors call to me!
Mock my fear
And in a trice
Seduce me into once more
Donning red and gold
To dance stiff-legged
Against the coming cold.

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      Not terribly good, but at least an attempt.

      Tomorrow morning, the altered plan now goes, Monte and I will drive the 17 miles out to Nancy's Farm, do some painting or whatnot. At least there should be a bit of $ coming in, to feed Nicoletta and Mindy at JavaBreak. Smile.

      Riding down New Hampshire, I heard "Dickkkkkennnnns" shouted. Turning, there was Rita of the DDs, her cups runneth over continually. And a moment later, "Dickkkkkennnnsssss," and, turning, Lesbian Becky calling me back. Small town, in so many ways.

      She talked that rapid-fire pseudo black rap she picked up in the crack houses, then, as I was leaving, she reached out and touched my arm. "Dickens," she said. "I'm so glad you're back."

      Ah, and my day was made.

      I need to write a bio for Msallthat. How to compress a life into a paragraph? Veni, vici, got drunk?

      But sober now over a month. Going easily, well, no desire to do that. A quiet time, a time of gathering together. All is well.

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