Georges Braque
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Where are the things gone missing?
The tool essential to today’s task
The name of the woman in the aisle
The phone number of a fishing-buddy
The pills I need to take this morning
Some mischievous gnome has moved in
Set his pointy little mind on trickery
What happened to this place anyway?
The furniture has all been moved
There was a fountain in that courtyard
The noisy Italian family lived next door
The corner coke machine took quarters
I go to sleep & the world is a svelte size 3
I wake up & everyone’s in a mu’umu’u
Who’s that old man looking back at me?
I’m in a 3 piece suit he’s in blue denim
I’m carrying a computer bag he a cane
I’ve a Trojan in my pocket he a Depends
On my arm is a blond He wears a brace
In my mind’s eye all is forever as it was
Only the mirror on the wall is distorted
Did you ask if I’d like to go out for the evening?
Cocktails & dinner perhaps on the waterfront
After a cappuccino maybe see the late show
A ride in the moonlight along the sea shore
We could make small talk or just be silent
Death is not a station to which we go to check out
It’s the steady daily sloughing of life off ourselves
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