the enemy rants
bang & bang & bang
pounding the dumpster outside/inside
the glass shards don't cut the feet
walking is treacherous
windows scattered smashed
in and out . . . come on do something . . . mobilize
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it was a fenced in temple
then a poor exposed ruin
now an abandoned dream
suffering the onslaught of inner city time
under the white halogen glare of the motel parking lot security light . . . you don't care
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perpetual manray silver prints on pollack drips
please the imagination feeding what
you fool
fist to the head. . . sure that'll work
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it was quiet
for so long
relatively speaking
the eyesight blurred
the leg numbed
the restoration became a daunting task
you knew it had to start on the exterior
you waited for the crisis to build
focus underneath
magnifying . . . why the glass? the windows? the eyes?
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. . . enemy of the people . . .enemy of the people . . .the people . . .enemy . . .
'Society is / a huge / cohesive / emotion,/not sure whether one attempts life outside it.../ becomes involved in changing it, or both variously'(Alice Notley. Disobediance.)
