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another casualty at the 34th street bus stop
unknown

the man
 1
with a four-pronged cane
 2
reeks of piss
 3
and bleach.
 4
 
 
tells me
 5
he could have hopped
 6
a cargo ship
 7
to french new guinea
 8
in nineteen thirty-four,
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but he
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took up
 11
as a brick layer's
 12
apprentice
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and it
 14
ruined him.
 15
 
 
lives across the street
 16
in an apartment
 17
above the dog groomers
 18
with a tabby cat
 19
that's been
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in a shoebox
 21
for two years.
 22
 
 
french new guinea,
 23
he draws it out
 24
long and slow
 25
 
 
smiling in the way
 26
of time travelers.
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french new guinea,
 28
i string it out
 29
like velvet.
 30

19 Feb 07

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nice poem.
 — varun

varun,

thanks for reading.

justin.
 — unknown

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