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    dots Submission Name: Unfinished and yet flak no explainingdots
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    Author: colbybradshaw
    ASL Info:    24,deep south, u.s
    Elite Ratio:    3.61 - 19/19/29
    Words: 222
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
    Total Views: 387
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    dotsUnfinished and yet flak no explainingdots
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    Men,
    spend their lives,
    seeking what they have attained,
    yuppies at hotels across the nation,
    run on treadmills,
    their ellipticals bringing,
    them no closer,
    the rain falls,
    the industrial hinterland,
    is glutted on the products,
    the salesmen,
    in hotels,
    disgorge,
    I am at a hotel,
    my breath comes jagged,
    like the bark of a pine,
    its burns smooth and diesel like,
    far too fragrant,
    it offends,
    so i move my mind like an abacus,
    mathematicing,
    the distance must be calculated between you and I,
    before we seek to close it,
    staring at maps of battlefields,
    even napoleon couldnt have decided the outcome,.
    so how could we mere mortals,
    without any dillusions of conquering imperialist,
    seek to accede our depressed catechism upon the globe,
    how could we fling words into the oblivious purple night,
    of our scab/union infected dreams,
    are preternatural industrialist instincts,
    making vapid our wisest decisions,
    the offal of these wanderings,
    warrants something more than pen and paper,
    warrants more than your satisfied critiques,
    they ring out like the howls of desperate creatures,
    scream like the offal of a thousand tea kettles in a dissatisfied empire.

    But nothing is more bleak than simile,
    nothing more ridiculous than the personification of something that doesnt deserve an ideaology,
    nothing more sickening than the lack of acknowledgement that a true love deserves.




    Submitted on 2010-10-11 18:49:07     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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