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| A Foregone Duty |
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Apoplectic anorectic -
biometrically unsound -
New York City, once electric:
has it run its power aground?
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Or has it always played
this trick of seeming sick -
doomed by fate to fade?
Oblivious to slow or quick,
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when or then, again, before - it
knows what it is, it’s more.
How could horny New York quit
its favorite role as whore?
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But it’s mother more to moods
than sin. Outer and inner -
to New York they’re foods
of the feast. Loser and winner -
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fall on it, savor its beauty's
perfection, its chaotic loss
beyond measure. Its duty’s
foregone: it’s the boss.
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