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Attention Deficit
larrylark

Two, sometimes three times
 1
a week,I lob  corks  in an arc
 2
through cigar fume filled air,
 3
past immaculate dining room
 4
chairs, beyond the lure of perfumed
 5
couture, towards where  the basket
 6
ball rim of the wastepaper bin shimmers.  
 7
 
 
 
 
Trajectory guides it among
 8
glimmering winter stars, moonshine
 9
or summer sunbeams fading light.
 10
A further glass of wine steadies
 11
the mind and by extension calms
 12
the arm,improves the sight,
 13
its dull thud as it hits the rug  similar
 14
to the plop of  stoppers coming off bottles
 15
of flat champagne. Next one,take aim,
 16
bulls eye,rattles like a dying snake in the clutches
 17
of a buzzard. Conversation stops,
 18
glaring eye of hostess, man trap mouth
 19
unmuzzled , bright brittle sarcastic voice.
 20
"Is it close or are the Harlem Globe
 21
Trotters strolling home tonight?"
 22

19 May 05

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space after comma L2.
space after comma L13.
space after comma L16.
space after comma L17.....I beginning to think you did this on purpose.  Did you?

This is really good.  It reminds me of a prolouge to a strange and winding novel.
 — themolly

Oh dear lord, this sounds like me.
 — FeltPen

likinit larry!
you had me at "i lob corks in an arc"
and held me all the way to the end.
i was disappointed by moonbeams,
but then noticed it wasnt even there!
i have to check your others to enjoy
more lines like 2, 7, 14, 15.

the way i read it, the
closing quote isnt clever.
and in fact, makes little
sense which serves to
make the writer idle.
hence the title.
 — gnormal

Dear Gnormal

It seems that you must be sitting somewhere inside my head.

Larry twinned Lark
 — unknown

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