Dear Marian
I shall miss the brick work
builders cracks &
poetic discourse on the
female versification but
Marian I shall not miss those
scaffolders & their pole holders
I'll rent a van &
return it draped in silks &
grapes if I only can
find a sausage dog hogtied & in
crushed velvet I droop into
wearisome peddaling of
third rate goods.
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Dear Marian
I haven't left yet it
takes time to just
drop things & leave look
at Scotland Yard its a lot
bigger & not even outside
I have gambled all my money on
a second coming I hope
I have the stamina
My hart is a forester forced
to walk on its hands while
o veer the limit
I ken, I ken,
again.
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