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Memories of Market Street, (c) Rob Goldstein 2020
The Incubus
Lethal deceptions deployed with precision.
Manipulation without
contempt
is submission.
Rob Goldstein 2019
She slips
off
her rocker
and giggles:
can it be
can it be
that all I
can see
is
a reality?
She says, “Last night I thought
I heard God, but it mighta been
the Supremes.”
Wanna die, wanna die
from flying so high
today I am ten
and tomorrow
I’m 60.
More quiet,
more quiet,
more crazy
&
quiet.
(c) 2015-2019 Rob Goldstein