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William Matthews - Drizzle
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Baudelaire: "The dead, the poor dead, have their bad hours."
But the dead have no watches, no grief and no hours. 


   At first not smoking took all my time: I did it
a little by little and hour by hour. 


   Per diem. Pro bono. Cui bono? Pro rata.
But the poor use English. Off and on. By the hour. 


   "I`m sorry but we`ll have to stop now." There tick but
fifty minutes in the psychoanalytic hour. 


   Vengeance is mine, yours, his or hers, ours, yours again
(you-all`s this time), and then (yikes!) theirs. I prefer ours. 


   Twenty minutes fleeing phantoms at full tilt and then
the cat coils herself like a quoit and sleeps for hours.
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