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is played upon magic flutes
tears stream down a window
an amnesia for the purpose
of proving a spirit world exists
or the ghosts of horses in old photographs immediately
turning the handle induces the shakes
once to hurry into some district
where strangers gather to play drunk man’s chess

is more or less the history of the end
of popular music the last day as it happens
& however often to wash the lips
can’t get the stain of neon fallen
upon wet pavements from them
(those ghost horses silhouettes of fields
a window fogged up
writing the words of popular music on the fogged up window)
the thing that gets remembered
is none of this happens other than as prediction
softly opening the door & tiptoeing down the street
Posted by Simon Howard at 11:20