Stanley
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Stanley
his suit was an irreplaceable appendage
his personal foliage of dusk
it absorbed the morning glare on the walk to work
and refused the illumination of street lights on the way home
in between was reserved, the sign on his breast
said do not disturb
his personal religion was the quietude of numbers
he has almost no memory of names and faces
only voices attached to phone numbers
his mind has no room for solstices
they is broken into a chain of opening days
he has an empty seat reserved in every tri-state stadium
season tickets he gives away all year, just in case
they make the playoffs
these are the trap-doors from tedium
he has no time for hatred
existence and sanity require no more
than his minds empty space of ambivalence
he loved a woman once
he was very honest with her
she was a close friend for 3 years
and a voiceless stranger for 17
but their marriage was comfortable for 20
his children were just graduating from college
they have never even asked him his middle name
Stanley
They found it through wet, blurry vision
etched into a granite slab
above an empty coffin
above an empty grave
two months after a 747 crashed into his corner office
his suit was an irreplaceable appendage
his personal foliage of dusk
it absorbed the morning glare on the walk to work
and refused the illumination of street lights on the way home
in between was reserved, the sign on his breast
said do not disturb
his personal religion was the quietude of numbers
he has almost no memory of names and faces
only voices attached to phone numbers
his mind has no room for solstices
they is broken into a chain of opening days
he has an empty seat reserved in every tri-state stadium
season tickets he gives away all year, just in case
they make the playoffs
these are the trap-doors from tedium
he has no time for hatred
existence and sanity require no more
than his minds empty space of ambivalence
he loved a woman once
he was very honest with her
she was a close friend for 3 years
and a voiceless stranger for 17
but their marriage was comfortable for 20
his children were just graduating from college
they have never even asked him his middle name
Stanley
They found it through wet, blurry vision
etched into a granite slab
above an empty coffin
above an empty grave
two months after a 747 crashed into his corner office
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