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board games of our youth
been about seven years
since iv'e seen them
hanging like burnt grapes
deep in the throat of memory
black tie black pants black shoes
white shirt -my nest for tomorrow's smile
close to a hundred years-take or give
fifty people or so left to live in your wake
2 years of living for every ball of false respect
funny little equation
get together over of buffet of death
blue words dance from ice blue faces
ancient hiccups to soothe the ages
ashes to ashes dust to dust
the graveyard man leans into the sun
we've lingered much to long...
quickly put away the funeral clothes,
deep in the closet
with the puzzles and board games of our youth
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