when that salt life or this, insipid, ends,
when ordinary ruth has been deployed
and while the tame dogs dice for dividends,
some corner drunk will slur into the void:
he was, like me, an old habitué
who loved, and tired of, the red café.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
NEC IUSTUS NEC PECCATOR
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