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BEYOND THE PALE

One girl has hair like gold,

another girl misses her body

 

These agonies are intermittent,

the reins are right here

 

The moon like a naked knuckle

ascends and lets us have it

 

Here is the thing

I found myself wanting

 

In Chinatown the slick whish of

knives sharpening wonders

 

How shall we hurt the rich?

Where did we leave this?

 

There is an urgent need

for money and for blood

 

Our wild deer long for more

than another pale country

 

Around this spectacle we draw

no rings, this happens everywhere.

Posted 06/12/16
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