Poem # 37

My common sense in those portions which
were already running like analogies-
now as if by chance- my watch, gradual
sins and in some cases perhaps great
shadows full of thankfulness flashing
like neon nightborn Gods for a time.

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Metal clashing, food frying
in the air mingled with
drugs and perfumes of
mirth alongside the tinkling
sounds of nymphgirls
spilling out of crowded
doorways kicking up the
concourse with a
definite motion
individually, but
also collectively
they sigh.

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