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Dave Bonta

Self examination

to see what little I am to see an absent satisfaction close to the dirt to see inside a machine to see what things make a man himself to see how fine the machines are to see me wanting like a bad king to possess death

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Dave Bonta

Fashion-forward

a head to alter for the king and a hand to set between us like a used tool we invent a new fashion good for nothing but to silver over age

Dave Bonta

Buoyed

buoy like a sad king continuing in the drink day and night meaning to lie there and not being able

Dave Bonta

Constrained

like a king not able to whip a cat so is my life with the clock

Dave Bonta

Portrait of the writer as a young man

a long bag of folly who looks better than he thinks a little king of drink was I for the fool may be a cunning scribe

Dave Bonta

Things fall apart

where rivals play-act a war and we all give the given talk where they know things from the king’s own mouth I trust an atheistic drunk to account for hope

Dave Bonta

Monument

touching the head of the king for this they wounded a stone

Dave Bonta

Hail from the chief

a little winter and summer rise within and me in the business of anger I might say anything severe like a simple rogue like a troubled king I sing of the plots against peace

Dave Bonta

Manuscript

entering my manuscript to change it and me a poor dinner easy in my stomach in a king’s house of melancholy cards

Dave Bonta

Among royals

the barber of the king observing the results of chance is alone in his private wonder that rites at court grow every day that the queen’s hand challenges the wind that a skull is dead to prayers

Dave Bonta

Social climbers

I was the same plain man with a king’s head ordinary as meat at a cook’s house but my lady would not suffer me to go into the garden in her hand one orange for my feast

Dave Bonta

The perils of indolence

An ape should be locked up in case he should die. Do not sit down, my brother Leg, my brother Stick! The latter I carried and feared— of all brethren, the king.