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I'm afraid, that we use to be younger than this. Careful to

match our earth tones with our shoes. Like Matisse and his

crazy dream of art and balance purity/ planted gardens

of potatoes as I will when the ground softens to kundalini

quaintness, yogic and life force coiled. That world where

pain is painted as a spraying mist, without the fiery termagants

that ugly sprits bring. My uncle, who at 82, says he can still kick his leg

over his head, is a liar. No such creature this side of Jack Lelanne,

demonstrative and wrinkled till the end from years of lifting

heavy things then resting, lives that life.I know no Latin phrases.

Not quite sure if it's Latin Rev. Boyd is speaking as he hoops

the oscine pain away from sleepy congregations. But sounding

as if it could be, I pretend a Spanish sky with the women in long,

cotton dresses and hats, overlooking a sun-drenched Mediterranean.

Then me, butt naked, running thru a soundscape of noisy birds;

i'ts a nightmare, yet I am beautiful as anything ocular that you

bend and pluck, then rise and admire. No sir, this aint homosexuality,

but high blood pressure. That fleeting need for Zocor or the other

statin's, that have ruined me from the neck down but increased the

leven of HDL circulating in my blood plasma, like the will of good

witches. Haven't slept since March of 09 after the bad girl left the

bathroom stinking with her pretty eyes and matching rings. Cant

remember anyone else worth a s**t, not like i've tried hard enough.

Ginkgo Biloba, being the gentleness I fed to to the sparrows

suffering thru winter; the old bread letters, the poems,as this one, I wish

would go away to visit Poe in Baltimore, never to return again

from their ghostly graves.