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The Midnite Show
By Jonathan Williams
Red-Wigglers, Night-Crawlers
& Other Worms
look out
into the crapulous moonlight:
figures of women cascading through the Sunday night;
no beer in sight.
I remember the Night-blooming
Cereus by Dr. Thornton, Engraver, Blake’s
patron, it
hangs in the hall outside the bedroom
swaying hungrily like these
giant white goddesses of the dark grotto…
there are touring cars
and men with large guns
singing
through the woods
behind
us.
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