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Ended, ere it begun—
The Title was scarcely told
When the Preface perished from Consciousness
The Story, unrevealed—

Had it been mine, to print!
Had it been yours, to read!
That it was not Our privilege
The interdict of God—
grotesque
wounds
will
one
day
be
beautiful
scars
 Apr 2016 PERTINAX
Joel M Frye
In the pool of a desk lamp,
with old sitcoms braying
in the background.
Both the cat and
the air-vent rattle,
one above, one below.
The neighbors rev up
their low rider outside;
widows and windows tremble.
All there is to do
is sit back, close eyes,
and say anywhere but here,
any time but now.
Even the most unlovely moments have their moments.

NaPoWriMo day 16.
 Apr 2016 PERTINAX
Graff1980
They paired us
In Paris

Dreamed up
Things to scare us

But the poets
Left for France
Because they could
Afford it

If I could have been
Gone with them
They would not have
To expatriate me

No need to separate me
From this American family
Of consumerism and greed

I would have preferred
To be in love in Paris
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