Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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Geisha Girl’s Night Out

I’m Rodin’s Thinker—Le Poète— beside you, full of scotch and silent curses on the steps of Columbia’s Low Library (between the columned facade). I am crying a Fare-You-Well brushstroke. You are dying, no longer the Juicy Fruit of any young boy’s eyes, no Blake’s Lily in my poems. You aren’t going to pirouette on your toes for me tonight, be anyone’s pop-bottle in the orchestra or balconies. Maybe you smell […]

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