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Diesel Eddy  

Book three of impromptu trilogy.

  For the Camera


The only thing they feared was god himself
and even they must have been slightly amused
in their ill-fitting gymwear and audio headgear.
Like a thrill, which it was, will continue as

even they must have been slightly amused
while I coaxed them to smile for the camera.
Like a thrill, which it was and would continue
at this odd hour with everyone gone, scattered.

While I coaxed them to smile for the camera,
this odd sort of alluring brilliance arrived
then scattered, with everyone gone at this odd hour.
You would not turn your head to witness

this odd sort of alluring brilliance arriving
only for us.  You wanted to leave, to exit
as you would not turn your head to witness
the handsome, quiet one standing just outside

waiting for us—as you wanted to leave, to believe
how benign at first this behavior appeared;
the handsome, quiet one standing just outside
was like a thing we could not fix in our lives.

How benign at first his behavior appeared; which
I endured long before I was anxious or considered
it to be a thing I could not fix in his life.
I held a strong bearing, a notion of truth which

I ensured long before I was anxious or considered
that the only thing they feared was god himself.
They too held a strong bearing and a notion of truth
in their ill-fitting gymwear and audio headgear.



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