In Which Klipspringer Retrieves His Tennis Shoes

He’d been able, after some gentle persistence,

To wheedle his way into the place

(He’d been vaguely recognized by the caretaker,

A certain affable familiarity his stock in trade, after all)
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A Variation Upon Father John Misty’s “Ballad of the Dying Man”

He is unsure at this point if the soft pings and dings
Which inflict themselves upon his ears
Are courtesy of the wired-up grotesqueries
Stuffed cheek-to-jowl by his bedside
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