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‘The Triumph of Death’ Pieter Bruegel The Elder c. 1562
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throwing
in the towel to catch the bleeding
(
this is how we earn a living )
the
main event today
was
kidney theft
and
straw poll
pie
making
we
used ladders
as
scary walkways
racing
over old brick
and
brownstone buildings
looking
to hook bankbook
answers
and prey
you
carry the surgical kit
I
train the muscles with ice
we’ll
plan for subterfuge
something
to go wrong
we’ll
improvise positions
on
our moral grey areas
places
where
smoke
and haze
linger
a bit
more
insistently
tonight
is cool
an
October damp
our
fates are
stamped
and matted
slickened
with fallen
we're being
silent
when
the night
is
full of hungry vespers
and
cupped mouths
it
gives us
a
fortunate rise
we
lie somewhere
between
a purr
and
a growl
stealthy
patience
rewards
us howled
use
your lips
touch
purse
timpani
vibratos
ply
them against
reach
skin surprise
lure
lull writhe ecstasy
victim
lost when we begin
the
sudden gas
leapt
from behind
then
my scalpel
pain
freeing past
painted
dreams
knock
out soft jobs
kneeling
out of way
of
windows
this
back alley tryst
your
final kiss now
you’ve
gone toe curling
to
toe tagged
a
corner being
counted
out
so
no matter
what
the daily
afflictive
whisper
we carry
to view heaven is
there
will always be
another
rich person
with
late onset diabetes
and
high blood pressure
willing
to pay a fix
to their
undercard
burning
the
mission
most
life
knows
death
is
not proud
when
hungry
EJR
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