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Two Contract Killers Get Arrested

My Uncle Dick

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Living With Samuel Beckett:

An Anti Essay

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July 2017

 

 

when you see after the mobile

the red television flashes from the old building across

the trees from the lights and the love and lust

in dark murmur of balcony time and time again,

you then decided the flashes of your consciousness,

wrote about them lyrically, felt alone

with no flash at all, and you waited, feeling confused,

thinking, and waited,

 

‘The quietest street in the busiest part of town,

A quiet lane (laying?) down junctions thought:

I like using words when they sound like they mean other things.’

 

 

I am writing peacefully now, you say,

we all know that, you add,

‘And living lives and loses side by side love and lust’

(define the two and divide by loss)

And outburst’d (?) or observ’d (?) things occur

To outburst’d things observ’d.

 

“To communicate is a chore you learn

To say when you can’t necessarily talk”

 

you exit yourself, not knowing what to say,

and choose to find me again,

but I am always with you.