minstrels in the...
tony hoagland a master of pure verse
cited on split-offs and lazy day in-eyes
same in honour and without
poems re-collected
by the wind out of the local tube
has anyone ever worried
if the book had been a what or a clue
or had it become a real find-out
for a gang-bang city lure
has a bad boy let his romance
grasp a tango-mango lips for a
nother never again
now there and again
another ever again
next to disappointment
that has set you waiting
for a half-line or a cue
to a mouthful of the last words
and before you knew about it
everything got still
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