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Broken Thumb   Things of my world, thwart, solid, chockablock, That I was wont lightly to wield and dandle, Now, button-bungler, fool of lid, latch, lock, Thumbfoundered, I must own you all too much to handle. With dexter maladroit sadly at outs, Unruly …

Old Song Praised be friends. Praise enemies. Praise the dark above. Praise hangovers. Praise cigarettes. The vulture and the dove. Praise all music. Praise the harp. And the amplifier’s buzz. Praise the days we’d live forever. And loneliness. And love. …

… to you. Like the love relationships in your life. Then comes friendships and then looming large—if you’re alive at … it in my own books which are written from many different points of view, very different personae, first person as a … I knew. And so obviously Julian, he’s now seeing people die around him, he’s conscious of birth, life, and death, …

… by the tip of the fingers too many dead O., order the animals with your song go on back to a state of nature we are … drink on Sunday because overlords we can drink till the sun comes up on fire over the mountain the edge of the state of mercy how many guns the state controls where my baby can die if a man rapes me where I can wear my weapon in the open …

… of her kiss when the days dragged themselves like doomed soldiers through the Delta. Towns dying, blacks and whites … were set to rumble in downtown McCrory. The Bloods were coming from Little Rock, the Klansmen from the Ozarks. This …