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Isn’t that neon dog

in the gymnasium window

the cousin of a two

headed frog you made

love to in the falling

Asian rain, just after

Jimmy was blown away?

You made the rain

You made the rain

You made the fallen

Angel rain

 

After death, with Vicki Jo on the front porch swing: John Knoll

 

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night we drink in the mornings at noon we drink you at nightfall drink you and drink you A man in the house he plays with the serpents he writes he writes when the night falls to Germany your golden hair Margarete Your ashen hair Shulamith we are digging a grave in the sky it is ample to lie there  -Fugue of Death: Paul Celan

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