Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

it would drop
like a tear sugar in water after some time
the items that came to the forefront of her mind
as she sat musing about her man of years
wondering just what happened
she could no longer trust her ears


the salvia comes from that place of dissatisfaction
a momentary deluge of ideas and thoughts surrounding
that anarchy which she had worshiped
far too long-too much-too fast

it was easy for me to trace that dirt
having just been in that place
all that stuff wound up beneathe her skirt
emotions just became a part of the face
contorted with anger and hurt
sounding so strange with her emotions
blurting out in fractured tales
veils rising and falling
her beauty was often disguised by this thing
she couldnt see
she took herself to many doctors
she made her father 3 million dollars
went sailing around the world
she crashed and burned when this love died
it was the pilars of her house
rotten with sadness and salt

the school of hard knocks teaches
when to let them know you are going to nut up
if clarity is not arrived at shortly
these techniques are perversions of vadeville
circus acts and black and white movies
that help america to fade away
waistlines and minds disappear on the horizons of technology
real people try to be something they saw on televison
hungry for love and life
the channel surfer is never in the sunlight

Powerful poem. I missed this the first time around. Enjoyed the read.

real people try to be something they saw on televison
hungry for love and life
the channel surfer is never in the sunlight...

thank you

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