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February 26, 2006IXalone at 87, deprived of everything- sex, vodka, children to hear the stories, how can one go on? X Grandfather, I dream you are a tangle of strands, one green eye and one blue. XI with Eminem, your grandson, weeping by the watery coffin, you disintegrate, leaving one red heart. XII one eye failing, limbs melting, you are just heart. XIII it is important for me to let you watch me, working on 500 pieces of "Noah's Ark" in your basement room. XIV writing late, I hear shuffles heavy from many years, up the steps. I watch, you steal a sip. plenty of Absolut left for tomorrow. |
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