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THE PRESENT IS THE FUTURE & THE FUTURE IS NOW
I wish I
could remember all the fleeting moments of beauty &
So, I write poems.
You write to preserve memories?
Heavens, no. I write to create them.
The pitch black squirrel
known sonata for bass
capable. You should see
violin. One day a crow
by a mockingbird, and
before reclining upon
of that bass violin. The
All day long Iíve been wearing Cole Porterís salmon tie
Lazily loitering and poking my head through every neon
How strange that once inside each ickering darkness
When alive, we do the best we can.
Perfection is a Beethoven violin string,
But dead, dead, dead weíll pound our =sts
Perfection is not a concept but a sensation.
Jesus lays down his hammer, chisel, hacksaw
Waiting for him are angels in a rage,
So, Jesus changes gender & wisely hides
The world grows cold until a =ngertip
Eventually a sphinx moth powders our dreams
Heaven that resembles a bare lightbulb
Itís February, so I cruise Dulaney Valley
But if I drive far enough, I imagine, Iíll
Suddenlyóas the world is truly too
The world awaits like a butler holding
Alan Britt, Reisterstown, Maryland
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