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Wee
A flickering street lamp
Fedora and a black thin tie

that's all I get in my
dreams

an occasional shot glass
filled with perfect cubes

and a splash of something
dark to drink

maybe
For Frank
You are far away
but I hear you mostly
at night

your voice tempering
the howling wind the
raging storm
Morse Code
or no code at all

life is noise

and no one tells you
what and what not to listen to

right now the sun's rays
are piercing

the gray fluff of a former
Nimbus cloud
A word painting with a straight forward message.
Sorry doesn't change a thing

what's broken
remains broken.
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