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chicago-esque. all photography by ray pride
Thursday, February 25, 2010
acquainted
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
"Acquainted With the Night," Robert Frost
[
Division Street east of Damen Avenue
]
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searching for a magic door
cold, bright eyes
acquainted
see her trembling lips
the wind, the wind is blowing
butterfly's torn wing
a depression so profound
infamous
candy baby
winnow the superfluous
physical effect
slept
of your smell
i shout love
rain-rinsed hair, river tresses
heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss
zombie drunk from fermented peaches
but the juke had long stopped playing
at your funeral
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