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Postscript to a Summer Night As if he stood too long facing A Pharaoh in the Temple of Karnak Or Hermes of Siphnos, one night J.R. Midas copied his penis On the company's Xerox machine, Lying across a bed of hot light. He was thirty-three, still half Invincible, & scribbled on each: I am On fire with love, & all the more fire Because I am rejected . . . He x-ed out Galatea, and wrote in names of the two New district managers: Melissa, Amy Lou. He hung his coat & tie on a hook, Then strolled down to the docks And walked under an orange moon Till his clothes turned to rags. |
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