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Love wrenches double on a street corner,
chest full of dripping tar,
a cough that will not go away.
chest full of dripping tar,
a cough that will not go away.
I have a cough that will not go away.
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This reminds me of Diane Wakoski's "Blue Monday".
Love wrenches double on a street corner,
passes me in a blue business suit
and fedora.
His glass cane, hollow and filled with
sharks and whales ...
“Love,” I said.
“I beg your pardon,” he said.
“Mr. Love,” I said.
“I beg your pardon,” he said.
chest full of dripping tar,
a cough that will not go away.
a cough that will not go away.
Perhaps its best if we keep our larynx
just where it is, at home,
stuck between the words "voice" and
"cancer" in a very screwed-up dictionary.
Love passed me by in a blue business suit,
coughing and wheezing into a satin hanky.
Sad man with a sad fate, his glass chest
hollow and filled
with a cancer that will not go away.
In both your piece and Wakoski's, Love is a personified figure representing the fallibility and imperfection of human love. That he is an arrogant, otherworldly banker in "Blue Monday" and a vulnerable, retching streetwalker in your piece, "Fear", offers a very strange juxtaposition. In my mind I saw a broken man with a huge salary and a wallet to match. His sensibilities have never stooped so low as the shortest branch of an Imperial Oak, though a fat lot of good that will do a dying man. Love has tuberculosis, or cancer, or some other disease grown so widespread and unwieldy that the only antibiotic that could save his life goes beyond even his many-headed insurance plans.
But, like many millionaire apotheotics, Love has enough samples and splinters of himself cryogenically frozen to ensure survival. Revival, even. As with the next generation of loosely-defined youth, he will descend upon their mentalities like a shark in cold-blooded waters.