"Got a Pocketful of Horses"

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: : No friends remain : : and none are made : : in limbo, : : sitting at a computer : : endlessly playing : : games or creative music : : composed from : : 200 iterations, : : but I don't know : : where to begin : : in this strip-mall city : : or upon what to build : : after unknown generations : : of recycled Irish : : and German insensitivity : : washed into America : : and memories of : : brother's pride: : : "We come from a long line : : of farmers, Democrats, and union factory workers." : : I ask where the anonymous glory of work : : might hide on an icy night. : : I freeze when I speak, : : not from wasted gallons : : of steam rising : : from my shaved cranium : : inside the freezer : : on a forklift sideways : : guiding cream puffs : : into steel, : : but from the chilled reminder, : : a living memory : : as my voice fades : : and mimics : : my father's deep and distant monotone, : : a steady life : : without variety or song-- : : I must dance away : : rather than drink : : or think away life : : and unite : : poetry with action : : away from the Milwaukee River : : and onto the northernmost Mississippi. : : : (Goodbye, Milwaukee!) : : http://www.doctorbinky.com : What if Prince Paris : had thumbed his nose : at Helen's city while retreating? : Much more effective to des- : troy a city first : & then thumb your nose : or heel : More effective still : like Aeneas : to thumb your nose at the ashes : of what someone else has des- : troyed for you

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