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Unawares
What is 'crucial'
what determines the morrow's fate
the unblessed seasoning of your nextday plights
lies a vague
scratch on
the tarnished rock
of the foggy awaiting
They the bleary eyed Caulfields

and unsuspecting Kareninas
blind to the unmanned colours of their nextday
the whole spectrum of realizations
yet to be known
They the echoing wails of the foresuffering
knowing nothing but the etching of Coca Cola advertisements
and rude stirrings from the loose jawed thirtysomethings
that beckon for premature clarity
so sloppy ties can be tied
over cups of coffee and brittle one liners
knowing everything and nothing for a jarring four years
in silent genuflection to the top shelf of glossy girls
who wear their hourly wages from different men like wristwatches
counting the seconds until some one
any one
makes them feel wanted for their posterized souls
in secret understanding that they will live forever noir
like washed up Jane Greers superimposed into consumer infinity
hoping on judgment day the blondies and joes will be the first to be stripped nude
crying to their lost model of grace
asking Him how to take comfort fastened on bare trees
only when flames lick their heels will they hang their heads in shame
at least they hope so
What is 'right'
what twocent fortune pretending to be a threecent upper
the guttural growl floating by street signs and caution tape
warning a listener
"Eyes down
the capbill protects"
in faith the new blood can be salvaged
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