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to the winds
Fucked an image
in my head
on the floor
of my office
Whiskey's idea of heaven
Led to desert stone
A fundamentalist
knocks on my door
Hears me panting
She tiptoes away
Desire turned off
like an electric bulb
Respect dribbles out
A train whistle reminds me
my hands are idle

Irwin R. Shaw - November 13th 1988