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a poem by Joseph Goosey
A RENOIR BURNING
I should have won the $50 prize.
I should have screamed more thoroughly.
I should have bent Caitlin over the bell-tower and
hollered victory.
I should have remained inside while the others shook off
their sociable disease.
Tuesday night in early March
at the strip-club on Atlantic and Ocean
is hardly the apex
of life-affirming atmosphere.
It only takes five dollars
for Katrina
to spread open,
why don't you get up there?
There is no five dollars
and I doubt
that Katrina is a Renoir
burning under purple
light.
hollered victory.
their sociable disease.
at the strip-club on Atlantic and Ocean
is hardly the apex
of life-affirming atmosphere.
for Katrina
to spread open,
why don't you get up there?
and I doubt
that Katrina is a Renoir
burning under purple
light.