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myrtle our neighbor on the left side had

a headache with her ron the vietnam vet

fading from parkinson's connie whose house

bulged into our backyard was a nurse who spent

her summer days sun-bathing in the nude

stirring my blood up in my swallow's nest

and on the right was spencer the attorney

at law with dawn his nitwit of a wife

as i had one of mine with whom i was

in love then

in my waking hours i wondered

whether the town and all these people were

for real since once asleep i felt i was

the same old rascal with his bevy of

hard-drinking pals as i once was in russia

the only oddity was all of them

were speaking english in my dreams i felt

my new persona being a ruse or worse

a snake who'd swallowed my past life and sported

my memories as if they were his by right

like some d'artagnan when twenty years after

i visited the place there was no ron

to speak of myrtle joined him in his vale

of inexistence spencer the attorney

at law moved on after his wife had been

pinned to a wall by a delivery truck

connie the source of the sad news looked like

a wasted hag with her brown elephant skin

we are the only ones still hale she said

good grief i thought who are the fucking we

when i am done for and the primal darkness

fills up my eye-holes clogs my nostrils jams

the mandibles i will still have the last

question to ask of it who was this person

that lived my life which of the two was i

speak so that one may mourn the other have

mercy on us oh please dear darkness speak