Wednesday, May 31, 2006

one poem. two thoughts.

refused to drink without sugar
without stupor, without promises of
vigorous youth, glowing health
oh, those eager eaters
they cut, thread, destroy
borrow, bandage, crave for more
flesh they say it's soulless
empty disguised as full
it's a glance in a liar's mirror
a tower of ashes blown apart in a gale
force of the hand called progress
out with the old, hail destruction anew
underneath all its rubble, soon we'll find you

maybe i am angry
an assessment, though apt,
that is completely underexamined.
if you haven't done the research
how can you adequately label emotion?

the only reason you come around
is the search to gain
how far has gain gotten you so far?


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