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      February 29, 2016Donts and DewsSaint James Harris Wood

      Baby don’t swear at me
      remember when you were young & sane
      a mouth full of apple juice
      lyrics hidden in your shoe
      Honey don’t stare at me
      as if we’d made love by the pound
      your purse full of cat bones
      furry little ghosts haunting low
      Darling just bear with me
      take the rocks from my pockets
      do card tricks on my chest
      ’til the sun rises out of sight
      Sweetheart take care of me
      hold back the tide & rain
      store the moon in a bus station locker
      in case it all breaks down.

      from #50 - Winter 2015

      Saint James Harris Wood

      “I used to roam the world in a daze, playing music until I stumbled into a heroin smoking habit and ended up in prison. I wrote this poem out of sheer loneliness driven by the memory of a girlfriend I took back (and she took me back) numerous times until I conspired to ruin the relationship. She still writes. I’ll trade letters about art, music, and books with anyone.” (S.J.H. Wood T30027 / P.O. Box 8101 / CMC-E-6324 / S.L.O., CA 93409)

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