Rogue interrobang

By

danholloway

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Bench Press (for Lawrence Ferlinghetti)

Bench press for Lawrence Ferlinghetti Once upon a time these scratched lines would have danced over wood Like twisting bodies turned by tequila springs Once upon a time they would have tied policemen’s tongues before they lashed my reddened skin Once upon a time knives cut into hearts with words instead of wounds Once upon a time judgement did not fall from gavels from pursed lips, cursed hips, sly smiles, stylish swish or guile But from a tidy pen a single scarlet mark Once upon a time engravings on an empty seat would call out to their god Once upon a time they might dream a holy stranger stopped and brushed them with his holy cloth And laughing, leaving gave a nod And drifted out of sight And once upon a time he might (Dan Holloway)

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