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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.
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