A Visit from Raphael
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I painted the town on canvas
with buckets of black and white paint.
I pushed my brushes . . .
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After This Life, Art is
I died.
The lights went out.
I heard a loud ringing in my ears.
In my nostrils . . .
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For Czeslaw
You come to me with flowers
and long shiny streamers.
You pour water on my head . . .
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Seated At The Right Side
I was singing about gulls
when a hurricane came up.
No, that’s not true.
I was bragging about the beauty . . .
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