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For Cara Hannah
by Philip F De Pinto
the heart was dissolving in grief's acidity
foaming at the ventricles and making moan o'er
an imaginary phone - which in this instance
was calling long distance
and woe is me - woe is the heart to lack the means
to reconstitute dethroned feelings to their former PH
whilst the balance in he was tipsied at the seam
she swooped down like an arachnid from the ceiling
and procured my heart with needle - a thread and a dream
to defrock piteous grief with ample amounts of endearments
requisite portions of pillows and tonics and potions to comb
a tousled sleep
all the while soothing grief with aromatic teas
and what monumental plan will it upset to have us gleeful and rich and
sipping and munching pop corn to our refurbished hearth's delight?
whilst ingesting and digesting copious episodes of Twilight Zone
needless to say the pilsner heart made plumb
is no longer dissolving - making moan
o'er an imaginary phone and woe is not me
not me - as the girl is real - so real
it makes me feel I had not known - encountered reality
nor fantasy for that matter
prior her coming onto the scene - swooping down from the ceiling
with her needle and thread and dream.
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
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