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Alexander Cohen

The Necktie

Oh great sign, remind me this
Of childhood, the dreary cist
Inside the air is to be found
The tie on which my neck’s around

Around the lair upon which she preys
Rests the passionate blue and grey
So finely slick, so fitly thick
In wild times, signal the way?

The way these coils adorned in death
Bring back feelings, broader sense
Of larger beings taught to tie
Tied to teach and dress, defy

Defy the rules of business bane
All or nothing, day by day
Rapt with pleasure in constriction
Cut my senses, breath, and diction

Dictate ethics brought upon me
Pain is pleasure, pleasure’s haunting
A sound is uttered, voices shot

Back to business, back to rot

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