CR's posts are always well enough identified. When no one wants to talk about Eliot, he provides an alternative. It keeps the ball rolling, so to speak.
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-- Tom Colket --
Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 04:55:05 -0700
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Subject: Fw: Poem-A-Day: Conspiracy to Commit Larceny: A Recipe by Jennifer Militello
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The poet will forgive me but with due respect I must say this is fine but it is not poetry.
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Subject: Poem-A-Day: Conspiracy to Commit Larceny: A Recipe by Jennifer Militello
Sent: Mon, Aug 12, 2013 10:38:59 AM
Conspiracy to Commit Larceny: A RecipeTake the man you think you love and hisfabulous lips. Take him from one placeto the next. Let him drive your car. Let himdrive it through the mood-crazed woodsuntil it overheats. Let the nights feedfrom your eyes as you look at him. Donot turn on the heat. Do not spillthe flavored oils of the heart. Do noteat from the palm of your handa fluid ounce of what you may need.Do something illegal. You only have to bethere when they bring the contraband in.You only have to leave yourself behind.The stars know. The police will prowlyour neighborhood until the plate numbermatches and the car checks out.When they bring you in, youmust remove your shoes and belt.You must pretend there was no felony.Then you must confess. Add your past,a pinch of the rage you feel, and howyou sit until your father bursts inand asks whether you have been arrested.Add a mother who tells you she isashamed. An expensive lawyer. The wayyou remember the taste of his kiss andhow real he was and how he woulddrive dark roads at high speeds through