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I met an insomniac through a Craigslist post Who alleged: She’d stolen > 2000 hearts On subways/escalators/sidewalks – men turn to toast (By her gorgon glance, she boasts, even testicles depart) . How does one ensnare one fashioned of nails and sap? By invisibility, mirrored shield, winged boots, curved sword? The heart’s armor, thus arrayed, can easily entrap This goddess, dreadlocked in her own umbilical cord. But I do not stoop to conquer, but to please This walking paradox, over-caffeinated, old soul Intoxicated by words, music, auteurs (esp. Scorsese) , You’re my aurora, glowing green, in the north celestial pole. Slacker, artist, writer, words have escaped you: You lay breathless at the foot of your wandering Jew. by Beryl Dov
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Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
A Sonnet for the Breathless - by Beryl Dov the ******** Rabbi
I met an insomniac through a Craigslist post Who alleged: She’d stolen > 2000 hearts On subways/escalators/sidewalks – men turn to toast (By her gorgon glance, she boasts, even testicles depart) . How does one ensnare one fashioned of nails and sap? By invisibility, mirrored shield, winged boots, curved sword? The heart’s armor, thus arrayed, can easily entrap This goddess, dreadlocked in her own umbilical cord. But I do not stoop to conquer, but to please This walking paradox, over-caffeinated, old soul Intoxicated by words, music, auteurs (esp. Scorsese) , You’re my aurora, glowing green, in the north celestial pole. Slacker, artist, writer, words have escaped you: You lay breathless at the foot of your wandering Jew. by Beryl Dov
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Apr 7, 2017 at 10:32 PM UTC
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