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LITTLE DANTESQUE It turns out The dogs were in control all along. Hard by the hinges of hell— A faculty party. Everyone drifts In their disastrous bodies. Sudden furniture, A hint of eucalyptus. Someone plugs in the flowers. 1. I've been a has-been. Now I'm a was. I was Promoted. 2. The dogs were in control all along. They saw everything. 3. I had a happy medium— Had her reading out of my palm. The circus folded up and left— A riot of life forms And annoying colors whisked Like bright scarves up a sleeve. 4. The dogs want out. How like them. |