FAKE YOUr OWn Death

FAKE YOUr OWn Death

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like a wind-up toy whose feet catch

and whose plastic parts seize,

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tapping on the table

a tiny tune of tragedy,

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and when the child’s eyes

sallow with A.D.D.,

–and wander for turkish delight–

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and when the cat

misplaces his interest,

–his white kid gloves–

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Whir away.

Unstick your molded feet

and whirr away. Off the

table with a mighty clatter that

fetches Anna the dog. Whirrr away

under the sofa

Where you’ll build your Eldorado of dust

And wear your fruit loop head piece,

And finally find time

to make (your own) believe.

Kazi

Kazi

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Who do you think of

with the smoke of cigarettes?

A dry, unsweet smell.

No, not who? Where? Where, then. Where?

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Do you think of the morning, cold and clear:

Filled with the sound of sun and it’s reflection

Across your greasy glasses,

In a courtyard of bricks and unvarnished wooden benches

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The frozen pond foot

prints followed in snow: falling,

Flow the black water

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And do you hear his laugh

Standing around scratching his middle eastern beard?

The hand-rolled cigarette

Ostensibly waved about;

His white teeth

As you discuss the day’s philosopher

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Admiring him like you’ve never admired yourself.

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Discuss your love and

Your hate (and your love?)[?] Realize

Sameness, meditate.