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Crazy wild rivers

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I mopped the ward abstractedly,
She came from behind
"You're the bass player aren't you",
She said.

"Shit!"
Suddenly the floor is swimming
In a bucket of primordial soup,
And she's laughing.
The bitch,

Grinning like a cannibal

Flashing teeth and gums and tonsils

Flashing jewels of
Pale
Green
Mystery.
One day after work,
Freed from a customary cow's tail,
Her hair fell into undulating masses of
crazy wild rivers,
Black as a night sky in the city.

She spoke in ebbs and breakers,
Shores of sensitivity and
Tidal veracity,
Lonely in the lobby.

Girls
Dolled up like pretty corpses,
Lip-synching to assorted
Chimpanzee noises,
Floating on the dead surface
Swamp
This
Lily,
Untainted by social graces.
"You're weird" she said,
Sensing and sharing that
Ill-allotted feeling

Of being born
Too late for a parking space.


Later that year I saw her again
And skimmed a few bungled words in her direction.
They barely broke the surface of her reticence.

"Take care" she said,
And slipped onto a number 47.

Goodbye gloaming blitz,
Fierce and featureless
Night sky in the city,
I've never seen a soul so black
With the guts of wisdom.

"We're pieces from another puzzle" she said,
Tying her shoelaces,
Making a mockery of pedantry.