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Things I Saw Alone


for Becky



errol miller




Crushing me a masterpiece
begins and ends as I awaken
and fly around the room
of this stilted slantback bar
we are all in love with platonic love
adobe hearts pounding as Southwestern children
become old and unimportant because they are here
because greater need pushes us to sad hotels
some nights I am at the window watching
remembering their weeping, their joy, their fear
and of course emotion brings us to prayer
portraits of artists and drunken women
resting pastel eyelids on stone walls
making sure they are detached from formality
and deep Jungian sleep in which the players
nod occasionally as if mystic teachers
were asking automatic questions
this surrealistic parlor with tenants
arranging their silent deaths on shelves
you ask for property when there is none
therapy on a dark sullen night
where excited widows sweep the streets
and grow fat and cry and mourn
for a piece of the bizarre action
over the rainbow.



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