It’s the sea horse’s coordinates that interest me as I’m a man living in a house of shells.
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Couplets: reminders of coronary ambitions and lonesome disappointments.
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Once, in New Hampshire, standing in the cashier’s line at a drug store, I heard a little boy shout: “Jay-zuz! Jay-zus!”
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The boy’s mother shouted: “That’s it! No birthday for you!
The boy went on: “Jay-zus!
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I will never know what that was about. Tragic recipes revealed in public but with key ingredients left out. Faces.
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Did you mean to impress me with your mushroom lore?
I know. These fascinations. Gods and goddesses on the dark lawn.
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On Consolation…
As a blind kid who was often treated cruelly by adults and children I early developed my own instinct to assist others.
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In my case this has not been always good but it’s largely to the good, a fine but requisite distinction.
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In general, faces can’t keep up with fast distinctions. This is what poetry is for.
Planet of the Blind 