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Post by GDelmarRatliff on Nov 16, 2004 21:26:40 GMT -5
The Communist Monument
inside me it’s an urge, a nerve sturdy, steadfast, no one can comprise for me, it cries.
the game you plan to strive, to win, is already lost. a disbeliever you believe in bubbles, nuclear things i do not live. there is no merciful life;
before you know it, you'll have a girl, a wife, the march, the house, a mortgage, trucks and cars and car-seats for the baby on the way.
and this is the american dream you look forward to in a darkness, so godless sent you live and retrieve the love that bores you out, washed wind-blown, clean white a dish in the sink pot.
you cannot fathom such a compromise of future surprises—<br>the blackbirds, the leafless trees, some dull sky on a cloudy day you waste away among the rusting. radioactive and dusty,
you live in a dream-world, a bubble. i take no part in such dissolvents
you are, a high stepper, a 20th century robot, a history, read it. the motion, the march, the love, the motion you think, is not what it is to live.
inside me it’s an urge a nerve sturdy, steadfast no one can comprise for me, it cries. and i sigh relieved, i take not a part in such greed, the communist monument.
G Delmar Ratliff
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