1919
Before the threat
And dismal cold gray
of mourning
Came the sun.
And Charlie Comiskey
should've turned in his sleep
should've turned in his sleep
shoud've turned…
Insane Sun
Floating above the earth
Like some extravagant madman
Spending next year's allowance.
The same burning sun
In the same afternoons
In all the cities
East
and somewhat
West
of the
Great Mississippi.
should've turned in his sleep
Too many
Suns
In too many
Cities
Too many faces
Faces
in the face of it
All.
How much grief?
Too
Much
Grief.
Too many faces
Too many suns
Far too many of too many things
Far too many of too many things.
should've turned in his sleep
More like Dali,
less Victoria.
The playing field becomes a landscape
Fixed and isolated and trapped
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poem by Anonymous Americas
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