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Somewhere under yesterday

your happiness was killing me

I heard Jimi Hendrix play

Beethoven’s second symphony

on mandolin with Morrissey

whose aria was heavenly


Someone threw a dead bouquet

a colander of Beaujolais

the trappings of the bourgeoisie

all locked up with a minor key


Left of yellow disarray

you wandered into Rick’s café

and ordered from the cold buffet

then washed your feet in Sencha tea

your Buddha belly on display

in corpulent discourtesy


Folded into leased esprit

I decreased and stole away

and fallen into liberty

I made it over yesterday

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