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.........The Poetry Of.
.................. Keir Delaney
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............. Face To Face
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............. Ever look in a mirror and get
............. scared away by the face you find
............. and maybe, scrub till raw
............. then blink and think who is this
............. small-eyed, porcine someone looks to be sixty
............. if he's a day. Where'd all the
............. hair go-
............. and that nose, that nose
............. was on my father's face when last I looked
............. and I didn't like its sharpness then and I'll be damned
............. if it isn't
............. stuck on me now; out to peck the holy hell
............. outta half the world.
............. Gangway
............. cause
............. here He comes.
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.............. Plum Perfect
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............ The Sexual Desperation Of The Fifties
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.............. When I studied Latin long ago
.............. but close enough
.............. to remember the puzzling
.............. choice of tenses, genders
.............. what I thought about masculine/feminine nouns
.............. how they'd copulate
.............. given half the chance, I recall the wonder
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.............. of pluperfect tense; how thrilling a thing could
.............. be more perfect than perfect, so hidden
.............. more past than past
.............. and what I thought of then, as now, is how the shiny
.............. purple of plum
.............. is just the richest color. Sexual.
.............. Skin
.............. firm.
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.............. How well that tense
.............. described
.............. the way I felt about those plums, like I would
.............. fuck them if I could
.............. if they were bigger
.............. -warmed; if maybe I called one
.............. Kathy, plucked from a bowl of plums she
.............. wouldn't be missed, then dependable
.............. lock on a bathroom door---o yes, I recall my Latin
.............. and plum
.............. perfect while most desperately dreaming of fruit
.............. back in the Eisenhower days: Te
.............. amo prunum.
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.............. Tombstone Territory
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.............. At the end of the road
.............. is an overgrown gate with a Star of David
.............. wrought in iron and beyond the shrubs and
.............. jagger bushes, sterno cans and discarded
.............. condoms
.............. lay the long dead Jews, a row or two
.............. of stones upon their markers- some
.............. have come
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.................................. though not by
.............. any moon I've seen
.............. if they were stealing in to pray
.............. and not by any sun. Only
.............. pimply faces
.............. use this dead end road
.............. to hoist their girlfriends on their pricks
.............. on daddy's
.............. corderoy carseats. Sex and death
.............. and prayer: a better poem never found me
.............. -this is tombstone, cock's
.............. comb
.............. God's own
.............. people
.............. roiling
.............. in these eyes when I look down there
.............. and imagine the dead
.............. buried vertical, not lengthwise
.............. ripe
.............. as a sixteen year old's rod to jump up
.............. first at judgement call. I envy them
.............. their stance and really, what doesn't
.............. remind me
.............. of twat these days; my mind is rotted
.............. with ricocheted irreverence-
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.............. fancies
.............. of a
.............. frightful
.............. middle age and horrifying old age still to come;
.............. I need to find some quim. Tunnel
.............. in.
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