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13thWR
SPARE CHANGE
On the way to the delicatessen I saw a taxi meter chasing
a man, saying "You owe me."
The world has become a mechanical mess
and I need chopsticks to operate a computer.
I have fallen from society like a lamb chop from a plate,
staining the floor with my distribution
of negated sinews.
The weird dazzle of thoughts is as busy as canaries in a pet store.
Out of the distant bamboozle the straight story arrives,
locking harmonies and simple songs
among swallowing lips.
My mail is found in the hands of surviving relatives.
I put a postage stamp on a cow so that it would be reincarnated.
The truth of autocratic snippets
is that selected pieces are often wrong.
When you come back from your piggyback don't tell me
about riding the wind or the replacement of a disc
because your bobbling was ordained.
I fell in love with a stranger who was operating a cash register,
finding her cash draw gone and her assimilation
empty.
- David Lawrence