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pamphleteer
i'm standing on this corner
can't get their attention
facing rush hour faces turned around
i clutch my stack of paper
press one to a chest
then watch it swoop and stutter to the ground
i'm weary with right-angles
abbreviated daylight
and waiting for a winter to be done
why do i still see you
in every mirrored window
in all that i could never overcome
how i don't know what i should do
with my hands when i talk to you
how you don't know where you should look
so you look at my hands
how movements rise and then dissolve
melted by our shallow breath
how causes dance away from me
i am your pamphleteer
i walk this room in time to
the beat of the gestetner
contemplate my next communique
the rhetoric and treason
of saying that i'll miss you
of saying "hey, well maybe you should stay."
sing "oh what force on earth could be weaker than
the feeble strength of one"
like me remembering the way it could have been
help me with this barricade
no surrender no defeat
a spectre's haunting albert street
i am your pamphleteer
