We’re whiter and more rural which means we don’t pick the president—we just narrow the view.
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Category: Poetry
Eyes reflect the distortions / of a whitewashed mind.
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The footbridge is missing a plank. / He has frayed the regard of everybody he knows.
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Haranguing shots, agony, careening / blue lights stir fever in a dark bedroom.
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Many are drawn to martins covered with feathers that seem to absorb ash, stained with orange glass shards. (poetry)
Apparently to be a poet—dogmatic on the outside / and lacking conviction within / is a hell one can leave / but doesn’t.
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but the sea swoons / with delight in holy purity / but sand breaks the stone / that covers my face
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Whilst searching through an unfamiliar room, / the guest against the bedstead sets abloom. / A blemished bruise that raise on his shank pain’s gloom.
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on its way to a hip’s ball / and socket
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Once, existence was on / full speed, catching rumors.
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