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surrealist lament (for roland topor)

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wrapped around a perished peach
your death worn days stand unannounced
brittle twigs lay at your feet
clearly waiting for you to pounce

knowing all, perceiving little
the expectations cannot be heard
banging heads and slick crepe myrtles
antecedent to your bad word

oh the oracle wearies me
his stale breath
limited in its intentions

lah de dah, there you go
you know it all
and make it dull

upon the beach a nun is praying
within the gates a heart desires
don't you hear Paris is burning?
can't you see her hair caught fire?

oh please -- say something worthwhile
your canned speech
renders me senseless
catch a breeze -- set a sail
why must you be so penniless