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Collected Poetry
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Diesel Eddy
Book three of impromptu trilogy.
Larry:19
Larry thinks: my hopes are sincere, modest; I have a friendly view of these moored, pleasure craft settling upon the blue bay—the dirty haze above them only enlivens the sunset. Yet the background music starts like a sign buzzing-on above the entrance to an empty dancehall. It mildly surprises the security guard in his continuous wait-and-see reluctance—he is, without doubt, the scene's most discrete dancer. He thinks: how awkwardly the light now spreads as if this were the Evening Light as Fate would have it—full of raw contempt, bored with drunken enthusiasts, but ready to fuck the night. back | ToC | next » 3:
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