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Club of Man
I liked that light that filters
through the fog and shines on spots
of dew, and I walked in the night
that closes where the 4th wave
is really the last wave
(where Cubans who survive
on homemade rum
imagine tippling on the Champs-Elysees
where the free market will
become the marquetry
under the workers' boots)
chasing you through the dunes
past the subs
along the channel
on the jetty
then out
waves crashing around me
--no. way. to. climb. up.
You're reaching down to help me.
The rocks are cutting me up.
Twice, my feet stuck, you pull me up.
You pour Strawberry Hill on my wounds
--our Club of Man towels stained
red and brown.
Bird
came down the walk,
man. Boy,
was she down,
hop, hopping
like the one-legged sea captain
who chases
lesbians on shore
leave, leaving
like the beads of rain, of dew,
man. Boy,
that bird was down,
hop, hopping
like that captain, my captain,
rowing rows
of lesbian lovers
through air.
Six Figures
for a first novel called THE BOTOX DIARIES,
a big US sale for a French bestseller,
50 Cent finally makes his deal,
a book that promises "the truth behind
Robert Kennedy's assassination,"
a retired officer and television analyst
on how North Korea became so evil,
paperback rights
to a recent LA Times book award winner,
a big mystery deal,
and yes, plenty more.
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