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Eric Hansen is unfortunately ordinary, but then, so are you. And we are searching for escape from the mediocrity, and we write so many dissertations, complete credit hours and theses, and the best we can hope is to be remembered for our sensitivity and easy laugh, and why not?


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The Schoonerman’s Short Cancer

Eric Hansen



You know I’m from Baltimore, Desdemona.
Pay attention to detail. Walk with me on Burroway Street.
Pay attention to detail. I won’t be very long.
Just walk with me to the bridge and watch the fleet.

Pay attention to detail. Walk with me on Burroway street.
Save some of this hair for someday when it’s gone.
Just walk with me to the bridge and watch the fleet.
Bundle the hair in a film can and show it to someone.

Save some of this hair for someday when it’s gone.
And remember my hair never turned white.
Bundle the hair in a film can and show it to someone.
Sometimes, in March, walk down to the jetty and watch of a night.

And remember my hair never turned white.
Pretend detachment from a long sunk sliver of whalebone.
Sometimes, in March, walk down to the jetty and watch of a night.
Whale rib is thin, white, or tall—and inside black marrow only.

Pretend detachment from a long sunk sliver of whalebone.
Asterisks of rebel cells star in my brain.
Whale rib is thin, white, or tall—and inside black marrow only.
The loyal of my neurons are winnowed by a nest of cancerous chain.

Asterisks of rebel cells star in my brain.
Pay attention to detail. I won’t be very long.
The loyal of my neurons are winnowed by a nest of cancerous chain.
You know I’m from Baltimore, Desdemona.





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