Cyclic Poems, Set B, "Pulsar" - 9. There's a Hole in the Ground

Backing up

Backing up

Hey! You! don’t come down

There’s a hole in the ground

Can you see me?

Don’t come near me

I’m backing up

To reach the top

Time?

Eight thirty

Next trick at nine

Won’t be mine

It stopped on a dime

I think I’m fine

It wasn’t my time

What I did was not a crime

Asie, my protégé

Who dreams on the day

That he will have his way

With me in a lay

Asie, my protégé

Except that he is gay

No way

I won’t stay

Tonight will be the last day

And the priest whom I receive good pay?

Maybe my last lay?

No way!

I will no longer stay

In this city they call Cudahy

I’ll leave tomorrow Sunday

Fore I will longer stay

Here?

On 69^th street

On a Monday

Going northbound on foot

Thinking of you Corbi

No longer thinking on that star from afar

Please accept me when you see me

By the side of your car

When you return from your classes

and go to the parking that uses passes

I’ll kneel on nadir and ask you

To be my star

My life starts…

Is that He?

He is getting on his knee

And it’s for me

Up stars!

Dream far!

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Uriel stays behind the camera and cues Rafael with an Ashplant stem for a cueing stick. Uriel points at him with the left and records him with the right.

--Welcome back to the famous co’ana’ of Kinnnick and 69^th stueet. My name is Wafael NEAT and I come to speak about a big conspiwaci that is tacking place to cova’ up the cwaching sta’ fuam above that st’uck us last satu’day night, what a f’ight…

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