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Frances Lemoine Poem
Frances LeMoine
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> A Bowl of Old Fruit
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> A bowl of old fruit
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> sits on a dusty table,
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> insulted to death.
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> Flies buzz about
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> the peaches,
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> just out of curiosity.
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Frances Lemoine Poem
> Under glass
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> in Italy
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> you saw the saint
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> a woman
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> she was
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> shrouded
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> you say her feet were withered
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> and dry
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> and you could almost
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> almost
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> feel the dust
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> Under glass
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> in America
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> from above
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> you watch her
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> you watch her laugh
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> you cringe
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> you did not make her laugh
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> you watch her cells divide
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> collide
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> you watch her
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> as she jumps up and off
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> and back on again
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> Under glass
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> she's throwing stones at you.
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> When you feel the thud and sting
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> the glass will shard.
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> Away.
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Frances Lemoine Poem
> Prom
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> (for Julia)
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> A blue gown.
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> Glass slippers came yesterday.
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> Hair piled high.
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> A white limousine.
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> No talk of midnight or pumpkins.
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> The universes of your eyes and
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> the centuries of giggling girls
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> waiting quietly around your mouth
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> will compete with
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> a shiny pendant
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> and diamond-studded ears.
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> Pity.
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> Siren
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> He heard the siren of opium.
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> He'd been warned to
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> cover his ears.
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> He did not.
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> He follows the song still,
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> moons and moons later.
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> He never whistles.
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> holy godless troubadour
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> saint of beauty's truth
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> cigarettes and shades
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> acoustic electric real
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> all despite himself
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> wisps words notes for us
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> tries hard to set us straight so
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> he can find the keys
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> slim poet shaded
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> behind the lenses a world
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> where what is is all
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> history's losers
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> found light hope space or justice
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> in dashed-off lyrics
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> lonesome deaths or worse
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> songs sung and shhh shhh listen
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> all whispered demands
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> reluctant poet
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> his mysterious women
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> blueprints for Bronx girls
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> curly hair blue eyes
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> sliced into green eyes straight hair
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> across vinyl years
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> forever aged
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> his young blood blonde on the tracks
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> dispense theft and love
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> his words notes guitar
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> venomous antidotes cured
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> some isolation
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> slim medicine man
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> without advice or consent
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> his unknowing salve
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> highways horses war
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> spaces between the words tell
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> nothing everything
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> museless save for him
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> behind dark shades and guitars
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> kids pretend to know
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> songs of souls' desires
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> innocent criminal finds
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> you me and himself?
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> pissed off cranky faced
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> chubby baby cheeks tell of
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> loss more loss and hope?
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> slim still no wiser
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> wise enough for forty years
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> screw the weatherman
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