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Just a smile would lighten everything maybe a picture of you on my desk and then unfold my day the predictable pain cuts through I look at you with wide eyes I wonder about your tattoo Why I had mine Its A paragraph on my back that lines me up with so many people from new york to make a poem of human skin a story known only to the writer I dreamed I was awake I should have known it was a dream I am not a modern American shogun I do not carry A razor sharp katana My enemies Do not wonder, wide eyed, if they are actually cut then slide apart before our eyes Oh, but Just for clever conversation Didn't you tell me god was a man born from a carpenter's finger? Didn't armies rape Israel on their way to the Egyptian theatre and then again back to Rome S.P.O.R.C L'insignificance I think of brown skinned women Damnatio Memoriae Dust storms that take the paint right off my car I think of a sunrise over Baghdad My mind drifts as w...