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I’ll blend for a little while

then curl up on the floor tile

                            while blue and yellow candles

   pour hot wax over trouble



jade and ivory smoke curls

                               up through the open window

   then out to the avenue;



Japanese prints on the side of a buildings walls.

                               dashes of lavender here in some surreal venue,



   an old screen there,

Empires spire too tall

                                a black rug, in a room with

   drapes of silver,

see embroidery startled by reality television

                                 that television is always on and flashing

pour a little more whiskey into my liver



   I can’t cry with the souls of sorrow,

                                although we’re tied by DNA’s strings

I wonder what learned men have done

                               A monumental or microscopic thing,

   hear the sounds whispered so low,

My pain like all of this is not much fun.