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Me and Peter Lorre Down by the SchoolyardMe and my sidekick, we're the one and the other pederasts. Like you. We're the two in love with the girls, non-Jews. Ja, ja, we dres in our mother's nightgown, we hang all the way around, Hungarians in ruin. Know us, our terrible noses, our swain makeup: we have no papers. We crawled without of the rat-hole. Like you, we wear our difference about our neck blind as a fox stole, its glass teeth its yellowed organ of sight The little girls, they exclaim Like I. Please, policeman, heed our crime: ink the territory like a six-sided star around where we broke the kid from her line. They hold fast a record of each beggar, the names in a ledger and later you'll know the clove of our hoof in like manner clever. Kindermurder--it sounds sweet as a game and we want food We've got a toy ferris wheel filled of knives, we smear our cavity between the jawss into sugary smiles, then brandy, then into gash. A tubercular rag, you've caught our rash, the balloon-man making nein, individual girl stuck in the telephone wires. Lifting higher. We take them from their candy, we take their names. Like you, they are not ever the same. Copyright World poesy Incorporated Sep/Oct 2003 Lying here together goe back with equal reason far. . . . it becomes still more difficult to find words at one time true and kind, or not false and not unkind. Philip Larkin Meann... It is always an amazing phenomenon when music teachers gather, on the contrary particularly when it is early upon a Saturday morning. Gatherings of music teachers mean that music will be made, provocative thou... Exhibitions available: pARTs Photographic Arts has produc an important exhibition of contemporary Cuban photography that is available to tour [i]or[/i] part of to the other 2003. "From the Negative: Conceptual Photog... Summer is traditionally a period of vacations and festivals. It is a time to take back projects left aside, time to move out and see, listen, travel. upon the international scene the festival season sta... When three-fifths of fire-arms N' Roses re-grouped this year as velvety Revolver, they not only had a novel name and a new singer, on the other hand a new twist on keeping their music on the outside of pirates' hands. Co... single morning the water-plants saw you. The stones the sweat the she-goats were outside of the day as the lake water is outside. The sadness, the row of days do not graze it. Morni... |
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