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Midnight
Midnight we hear their laughter
Noon we remember their cries
And taste their foreign tears

Late afternoon I smelt her in the air
Waves coming over me, pulsating perfume
And taste my youth of trapped dreams

Late June the end is near
Beginning July they all forget and I crawl
August I'm in heat

September rain comes the fall
Man slipping off a roof's edge
As the englis sip their tea

October I recall
November I don't thankyou for killing my natives
December we get drunk and wonder
Go on to the next promising year
And depression sets on those days
Of holiday wonder we die

Midnight we hear their laughter
Noon we remember their cries
And taste their foreign tears

Beinning years of January we stand the bitter cold
Febuary we get lost in love of hallmark and the red zone
Which is not my estrongineous zone

March we come out and pop and die under sunshine
April glitz and maples gritz
May suck me up
And become an interviewee
Shout

 1999 David Greg Harth
99.05.21.16:37:44 @ 1515 nyc