There'll be a time for drying up and
dying on sidewalks,
years for beards,
and the bushes in someone's backyard
damp dark in the shade
like an empty old seed pod.
Did you stay up all night?
sprawled out over a xerox enlargement of my place card,
weeping backstage with the pretty plus one's ignoring you?
I'll no longer be the whit or Gaylord's heavy
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