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2003-10-27
John Ono Lennon
B. 10.9.40 Liverpool / D. 12.8.80 Manhattan
Homicide / Gunshot
The news today did me in.
New Jersey child protective services
lord lord lord, not again.
Israel
not again; Israel in my heart I want you gone.
Today’s news stopped my heart; everything but the beating. Animal and machine, I absorb, process, secrete.
Beautiful world, I can’t look at you.
Trivia comforts me not at all anymore. A few facts
where’s the Crimea
where’s Weehawken Street
fuel my passage through a stale twenty minutes here and there as I imagine party quizzes, admiration, prizes; or I picture chances to opine
Uma Thurman photographs badly
Golf is a land use issue
Othello is too sad to re-read
Weehawken Street smells like nigg*rs.
I’m back at the kitchen sink, scouring the sticky rice pot.
Again again again.
Leave the house, go to church, take the train.
Embroidered on sweat pants, in Asia:
“Lady Enyce”
the cries of optic nerves, like netted dolphins
I’d love
I’d love but I’m out.
Money spoiled sports. Money spoiled movies. Money spoils everything
and having it isn’t fatal enough.