is played upon magic
flutes
tears stream down a
window
an amnesia for the
purpose
of proving a spirit
world exists
or the ghosts of
horses in old photographs immediately
turning the handle
induces the shakes
once to hurry into
some district
where strangers gather
to play drunk man’s chess
is more or less the
history of the end
of popular music the
last day as it happens
& however often to
wash the lips
can’t get the stain of
neon fallen
upon wet pavements
from them
(those ghost horses silhouettes
of fields
a window fogged up
writing the words of
popular music on the fogged up window)
the thing that gets
remembered
is none of this
happens other than as prediction
softly opening the
door & tiptoeing down the street
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