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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Existence Deconstructed Able was I ere I saw Elvis. He was leading a yoga class: A room full of competitive posers Engaged in thoughtful reflection And abstract introspection. Feeling no need to intercede I sought entertainment elsewhere. On the grounds of a gypsy encampment I gambled my fortune away. As a native-born Phoenician, I was unaccustomed to sweet confections, Yet I fell for a saber tooth dame. A woman of aboriginal design. She was a daydream intellectual, Full of sacred hearts and holy trinities, Well-versed in the language of words, With all her explicits on full display. I was playing with house money And pockets full of hope shine. I ended the midwatch a lucky sailor, Cashed in my chips with a fish monger, And decided to take in a show. On the diamond stage in Audienceville, I watched Orpheus in his underwear As he parried insults unforgotten. His expression spoke less than a smile. It was more a menacing grimace, Teeth like tempered glass With a baked-enamel finish. He humored all the dirty foot commoners, Muttered a few heartfelt obscenities And retired to the tomb of the unknown cynic. Not one to waste a good exit, I left my lover in the tall grass With the chiggers and the ticks, Our feelings for each other having vanished Like chalk art in a summer rain. I hopped a Norfolk Southern freight And rode it through Black Rock tunnel. Keeping my head low the entire passage. My glimpse of the future seemed fertile As a salt marsh in a tidal plain. It was time to reconsider my options. THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR WHATEVER COMES NEXT
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