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--- D A N I E L N E S T E R The corner of Cooper and the Delaware River is stuck in between my life and time The boarded-up buildings with stained-glass Nippers echoes Caruso early Sinatra but this time the darkness simply looks back this time my life is lost in fruit trees I have walked each street in shards of denim I have watched my face grow old tonight and I stand on this mound and try to forget and continue to flourish all passers-by a man gets a match another directions a leashless dog glimmers and breathes I preside on this corner in sole ministration stumbling on rocks to stickerbush patches I have no hankering for occupied buildings I signal to inmates up to the prison I flail with a speech known only to wives I rumble and pass the steel-latticed fences and wait for a single decent idea And one came across as one often does The night the clock tower lit up a bit early out of synch with the sun its superstrict schedule And for the minute possessed my life in a shell the numbers behind death being light and after the light time being light Simple as that the city hall tower was death and time in tandem together was death and time in darkness and light thinking of Whitman dead by the river thinking of Rutgers my pot-clouded lectures the years I spent here sleeping and reading confusion at 20 whole brackets of time crying and fucking in chorus together daytime malinger staying inside and right before that daylight despair that's what I said daylight despair Please try to follow just what I'm saying I found my old corner utterly silent one string of lights the invincible city I lived here once a sad-faced apprentice I walked and returned to silence my words |
© crossconnect 1995-2001
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published in association with the
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university of pennsylvania's
kelly writers house
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