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IN A TREMBLING SNIT
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JOURNAL #13 ripping through the pinching past
hands held high and head downcast
mirror, mirror why so fast
who in your reflection fails to contrast
a blithe bloated body
we tag remorse
a sore sympathy saturates the physical
oozing instant surprise at life's uniquely
plotted course
memory grows suddenly hoarse
lost in reverie she peddles some recourse
a fond forward consumption bows her newly
weightless head
Encore! Encore!
shouts the befuddled yet angry audience
go ahead
recount the unfolding dramas of one's life
but only when you are indeed quite dead
mirror, mirror, please!
brush this solemn wickedness away and off
a twentieth century life's medieval bed.......
(May 17, 1995)
