The Whole Of Milan

I am going here
You are going there
A while ago this might not have mattered
Or at any rate
Not carried any gravitas
For lovers, washed ashore, in separate states

This is simply the grandest fruit scone
Ever placed on any triangular plate
Trig points
In a bowl of reddest
Raspberry jam
And coffee

Served
In only the way of galleries
Cafés
Grand hotels
Art Houses
And the whole of Milan

All of this
More than, or less than important
In comparison to those other ways, or at any rate
Compared to those red-letter-days
At Bureau Veritas
For lovers, washed ashore, without packing crates

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One Mile From Everywhere

One mile from anywhere
One mile from nowhere
One mile to two houses
Each with their own name
In a place also with a name
A name, and a lake
And a children's
A many children's
A many happy children's
A many happy children's garden
One mile from anywhere
One mile from nowhere
One mile from everywhere

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Before The Faculties

You wake
It is morning
The air is fresh
The cold air says
That you are alive
That your faculties are with you

That your toes
And other extremities
Have felt the iridescence of nature
Outside
Beyond the tress
And over the railway track

Where the pixies
And the piccolo's
Where the gypsies
And the gigolo's
Where the wonder-stuff
And the ticker-tape abound

You wake again
Later now
Before it was morning
Later now; before it was freshness herself
Before the cold air swept over
Before the faculties considered their curriculum

Before your toes
And other extreme deities
Impressed with your prescience of nature
Strode out from under canvas
In a clearing, on the run, always
Always on the run with the wonder-stuff

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To Have The Other Laugh

Why would you
For any other than dry skin
For any other why would you
Than your skin, save your skin

For another tobacco or another
Ounce of justification why would you
Other than your own skin
Other than dry skin

Why feed on the need to feed on another
Indeed recede your past deception
The skin deep correction it's just infection
Without your hope it's no more than that

Easier though to have the other laugh
To break down the doors of some other gaff
And crash the draft
And cash the draft

For the uniform is too finely cut
Sliced into too straight a line, refined
With stiletto heels, and the feel for a Cuban cigar
Go to Hacienda, it's easier by far

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Lady My O My

My o my, the lady to identify
My lady My o my
To indemnify shall she sweetly sigh

My, to sigh, to cry
To identify and then indemnify
The lady my o my, she saunters, by on by

My, my o my, I hear
You sigh, you cry why, I identify
I, wish to indemnify

My lady you cry, your
Slight to mystify
Why, why shall she so sweetly die

By on by, she saunters, why
Lady my o my; o pray indemnify
To sigh, and to identify; to cry my

Sigh shall sweetly she
Indemnify, to my lady my o my
Identify to the lady my o my

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