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Saturday, August 02, 2003

Been moving so many boxes from here to there I haven't had time to write. My cat objects strongly to the move, says I never consulted him. True.

Hello Gloucester! Thank you for your rain....

Tuesday, July 29, 2003

Gone until Friday.

Dan Bouchard sends the following poem. Thanks Dan.

MIKE AND JIM ON JOY


Poetry gets a sandblast every seventy years
and no amount of weeping can hold back all the tears

Soon the supermarket will be gone where
his yodels and sodas were bought with cash,
never plastic, and the king burger booths where we sat
stealing extra ketchup (you've got
to reason: if they put it out there to take,
it's free).

Soon the pavement I pissed on while drunk
will be washed by a filthy, heavy rain
and the chimps that you bought as a lark
will map patterns on the brain.

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