A jackass and a joker
Tyrant and typhoon
He forsook the city lights
To live in sepia on this basement wall
Sometimes a vision grows quick and lithe
Sinuous out of bare earth
Other times is sold laboriously
Like soap from door to door
That winter he stood just briefly
At his daughter’s early grave
Then returned grim-faced
To his predestined rounds.
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