First Step by Allen Jones, 1966
Also
It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old down all the unchanging days, and die one day like any other day, only shorter.
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Fog, like reason, settles on the peeling district.
This is the new money. The new economy.
Where my lover lives. When I left him,
I left books, coats, silverware. Things.
It wasn’t charity; it was an impure,
commonplace case of forgetting. (May he find some use
for my low-rent betrayals.) Land ends
with miles of aloe along the Great Highway.
Surfers strip off their suits, half-naked
to the naked sea. The sand’s ignored
BEWARE OF THE UNDERTOW signs:
these are the notes of the drowned.
Randall Mann - The Sunset
Dry Haiku - William Michaelian
Tarantula on a dead man’s face — hard times on Highway 61.
