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Dear George,
Communities are hotbeds of social interaction in which individuals of varying demographics occupy the same space and through a process of squabbling and contentiousness manage to form themselves into a political unit that, in the end, acts as an effective counterweight to the power of the State. (Read the complete letter.)
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A puff of exhaust smoke oozes upward
But our flickering takes no notice
We’re busy watching the lines sway;
The ghosts of motion come to stay.
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Can you not hear the death knell?
It rumbles, clanging inside our gut,
Quaking not our thickset heart,
But eliciting tears of emptiness.
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A sound bite of love curls up like sex-wet lips
And evaporates before it’s perceived.
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Erotic. Iconic. Hypnotic. Catatonic.
Erotic. Iconic. Hypnotic. Catatonic.
Erotic. Iconic. Hypnotic. Catatonic.
Erotic. Iconic. Hypnotic. Catatonic.
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(Sing along, kids!)
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Erotic. Iconic. Hypnotic. Catatonic
Spacious skies! Amber waves!
Erotic. Iconic. Hypnotic. Catatonic.
Purple mountains! Fruited plains!
Erotic. Iconic. Hypnotic. Catatonic.
Liberation from sea to shining sea!
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A puff of exhaust smoke oozes upward
But our flickering takes no notice
We’re busy watching the lines sway;
The ghosts of motion come to stay.
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The stench wafts…
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Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
