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Published on 26 Jun 2008
NO LOGIC CAN SAVE THE POEM
Oops, missed that poem--- It swam past in a glass of wine I didn't drink Poinsettas danced in my eyes instead doorbells rang children's faces filled with pure white lights on Christmas trees swift moving trays carried little pieces of raw fish The poem is still lost Lost in a thought smudged by my failure Can't speak to that man whose clenched jaw feels like the edge of a mountain The poem is gone The jazz isn't loud enough The riff is concealed My hat falls off the chair No logic here saves me No logic can save the poem