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[rooster05]

Drive a line drive a line through this line and this line
in consequential bafflement, tonight;
a black bristled kitten slinking in low
for kisses,
(mew!)
a bitten lip, eyes angry
or ashamed that love has been so violent,
questions as to what can make it better,
how to make a mold of caring, what is there one
can do, what is there to do that one
can force, is love a force, does it form
while no one is listening, some great dear
dancing on tiny hooves for love, paramount
in execution, lacking dignity,
how ridiculous to assume that love
will come as commonplace to one who
simply wills it;
a Madman pirate reenacting battles
of the seven high seas, shifting
balance from foot to foot,
whistling to a parrot that isn't there--
condemning secretly the ladies he
hawks as harlots
whilst they saunter 'cross
his basement port-hole;
to tell the truth, it seems,
there is on way to this construct
that which has been constructed
by the invisible thoughts, choke
alluding pensive and ringing hammer strokes
on a wall, which is also a
corner, which is also the black shadow of
an open flimsy cardboard box, shattered
pulp under the weighted bearings one
man will discover
while coughing into
rags of gasoline.