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POEM: for Tom Verlaine

for Tom Verlaine

turning up Marquee Moon in the otherwise
quiet night of someone else’s house

wearing headphones because the world’s asleep
its madness closely contained in a thin layer
of clean-toned guitar riffs, slicing through

the flesh around the heart
no blood, so much blood

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28 January 2023
Farmington NY

Published in Music My poems Poetry

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