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ditch weeds by James Butcher

ditch weeds by James Butcher

these are solid gold spectacles
with the finest crystal lenses
put them on (i said)
the street is a blurry collage
 *
if you want to call it a collage
it has to have a pink man
a kodachrome woman
a traveling carnival flyer
and two verses from the bhagavad gita
 *
he kept repeating “the universe”
on the corner of first and tenth
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when the children were on recess
they played under red oaks
to rest their weary brains
 *
this is the two of them wearing their party hats
the driveway was shorter than that
(i had to stretch the margins)
 *
he wasn’t a schlockmeister
because he wasn’t selling anything
but he had the duende
so we called him giamante
 *
when i was a boy
i had a bubble pipe
and a handful of posies
*
he told me i should be a preacher
he said their souls are thirsty sponge
*
(when we were running wild)
you said take my hand and kiss me
my pants are flaming red

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