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The Tie

By Paul Vincent Andrews

my tie and I
do not dance
through desktop
days, and managerial
afternoons
we do not skip to
lunch, he lies limp
at a quarter to eight (pm)
an unused lighting
rod made of Chinese
silk, with Monet
imprint and hope
and hell waiting
for final stand
the cleaners
its untied state
a Grecian relief

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