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Somewhere In China

    Somewhere In China

ERIC CHAET (originally posted at The 100 So-Called Poems & Consequences) Somewhere in China someone—say, a man— is not benefiting from the industrial transformation the financial bonanza the bee-hive has, for

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Enterprise

    Enterprise

ERIC CHAET (originally published at 100 So-Called Poems) Sun must be struggling as I am while driving with headlights on the icy road to emerge from the cold soil of night—

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Like Animals

    Like Animals

ERIC CHAET (originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems) There are people who live like mice & rabbits spending most of their time arranging & sleeping in burrows hidden away

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I Was Born Weak

    I Was Born Weak

ERIC CHAET (originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems) I was born weak. My parents were ill-matched, unhappy, poor ill-prepared for the challenges of their time & place they had

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Ferocity

  Ferocity

ERIC CHAET I must respect ferocity else it might dismantle me— but I don’t have to admire it— I oppose

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Aladdin’s Lamp

  Aladdin’s Lamp

ERIC CHAET (originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems) At night, downtown is lit up, active cars on the grid

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His Business & Mine

ERIC CHAET(originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems) Guy at the diner a better than average comedian who made

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63rd Street & Beyond

  63rd Street & Beyond

ERIC CHAET 1960, I had a summer job at the University of Chicago.  I was 15, probably about 90 pounds,

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Anthem For Humanity

ERIC CHAET (originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems) Humanity! Humanity! Spiral thru the cosmic sea! Hues like stones

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At A Counter On A Cloudy Morning

  At A Counter On A Cloudy Morning

ERIC CHAET (originally posted at 100 Peculiarly Useful So-Called Poems) -for John Bennett I wake, cold. I don’t remember any dream.

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