William Charles Delman
Trying Desperately to Hold a Day
When I Was Nine-Years-Old

The tourniquet is a tree limb in a photo
Where no I goes but gone when the drawl
Is staccato cadenced and four corners offer
All the walls the world can muster
Leave the windows closed

From LA to NYC
The immured are sliding into history
And the wheels will stopping to have seen
This happened down the road

No sooner known than forget in reaching
For another button character seeking

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