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Published: 2005-10-03 18:11:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 89; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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Description
he paces,and hates me.
disparages
unthinking.
still i can't help,
commie kid,
letting in
the violence.
i can know my place
when i am brutalized.
i feel the grace
in the emergance.
wild flowers
black and blue,
and red
for special occasions.
he talks of fruit
in california.
i once saw it new
but the branches could not carry it,
and they couldn't carry you.
you reached, they bent,
and together you crumpled in a ruin,
and you blamed the wind.
but even now i see your body.
and it cannot carry
your heavy speaches,
so your ideas are flightless.
you,
my sudden
self elected
statuatte
so lofty.
you are not so lean
as you appear to be.
