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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

David M. Alper


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The Poem That Revealed the Good-For-Nothing Statistics of Spring

the night to come / I'll be conveying a laugh / I'll be anticipating playing with sorrow / anyone can yield to a tale of him / anyone can / the ugly twilight / starting again / the way unhappiness is / framed in a malignant foolishness / amour can be so malignant / growing old / maybe I'm hinting at life / maybe I'm entangled in reality / dwelling on this anger and resentment / in another dimension / fleshing out the time assigned