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everybody I know doesn't know how to play

My days just keep getting stranger
then weirder. Resolving
so many relationships today--
that of friends, an old lover, with a sister.
Problems that just keep popping up.
Then solutions and resolutions.
I became so excited. The day like
an "aesthetic epiphany," (quoting
what the surrealist painter said--
describing his crushes that turned
into obsessions for women therapists
who took him to court to request
judges issue restraining orders for
unusual letters he'd sent them.
Apparently there'd been a long list
of similar incidents and women.)

I lounge back on my elbow
upon concrete steps
next to a quiet man with a cane,
fulfilling my plan that began
constructing in my head earlier
this day. Now a sprinkling of rain.
Ominous tour buses of reality
break into my fantasy
that I could resolve yet other things
dwelling within me--
here writing on pages, speaking
specific words to certain persons.
Then the noisy gaping tourists
come crowding. Trample
my magic agony in place & time.
Personal hopes leave a crushed
berry stain of meaning.
 

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