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White Matter
Up the creaky wooden steps
In the back of Benny's store
Crazy Al would wait behind
His outward swinging door
Twenty bucks is all he needs
The moment we arrive
Four suburban punks in town
We each kicked in a five
Young Magellans shivering
In a damp November dark
When Doctor Hofmann’s accident
Seeped in and found its mark
We stepped out on the boulevard
With brain stems out of phase
We vowed to stick together
Then we went our separate ways
It falls right through a needle's eye
But such a brutal hit
There simply is no wake-up word
To snap you out of it
(Then later on, at the pink house...)
I tapped a pair of drumsticks
On the kitchen table’s edge
Then pounded on an air guitar
My phantom flying wedge
I saw a young Neanderthal
My right hand on his left
Just behind the hallway mirror
I felt him in my chest
A sixty cycle sine wave
Pushed me back into a chair
Still motionless when daylight sent
Dust dancing in the glare
The frosty morning crackled
When I walked out on the path
A thousand tiny diamond eyes
Were winking in the grass
[1991]
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The
Poetry of Daniel Harrison