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I was in Asia Minor
in pursuit of distant honor
in a suit of finest armor
in a forest of pine or
planks. I was not lost. Regina
(my sextant) stared into our refiner’s
flare as evening grew maligner.
I was in Kazakhstan
collecting rarest poppies. My capstan
gave out. I could no more withstand
the tides than fall to the rattan
mat like Tristan
sailing emptily to his mutant
I was in greater Ghana
with soul-strafing Tatiana,
the local swan—a
mortal one, a
prize among the fauna.
(There should have been a lawn a-
gainst her.) You see, I was in Corinth
I was adamant. The
trophy I chased for the ninth
night of days was Cynth
-ia, succumbing at the plinth.
Then to Argentina
I set forth with Ekaterina
a diminishing ballerina.
She pled for fina-
steride, having seen a
parrot turn bright green u-
pon my mythic ocarina.
I was in Tel Aviv.
ian (my pigeon) and I were feve
-rish from bouts of griev-
er malaise. We must have been naive
-r than a hibernal beave
-r, for soon I was in Canada
as ever. Had no plan; not a
home to hide in, nothing human. Ada
(vulgar bird) went wan, bade a
screeching goodnight to her one God, a
soapstone strap-on. Alone, I ran a do-
zen tests: None truer, none sadder.
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in your carpeted office you lay my life down / and say open up to that small room in my sternum.
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