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prostrate in his chair
the soliloquy tempers his jowls
snippets of swivel chair longing
already waylaid,
the continued flow of words
forbids, even, a glimpse back:
when the sister with her hubby
were banging on the hotel door
to stop him from murdering la belle
when all she was doing--
was, partaking of constant, voracious
upper torso howling, a la ***
he stops in mid-flight,
just before the crescendo,
suspecting he should have paused sooner,
to smile--rehearsal be ******
~
..Dec. 12, 2012..(C)2012/2015 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into the poet's mind
~
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 6:31 AM UTC
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prostrate in his chair
the soliloquy tempers his jowls
snippets of swivel chair longing
already waylaid,
the continued flow of words
forbids, even, a glimpse back:
when the sister with her hubby
were banging on the hotel door
to stop him from murdering la belle
when all she was doing--
was, partaking of constant, voracious
upper torso howling, a la ***
he stops in mid-flight,
just before the crescendo,
suspecting he should have paused sooner,
to smile--rehearsal be ******
~
..Dec. 12, 2012..(C)2012/2015 Spiros Zafiris
..channeled; spirit Ram; reaching into the poet's mind
~
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