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Published: 2005-11-19 19:05:03 +0000 UTC; Views: 1173; Favourites: 7; Downloads: 66
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.gunshots in the mists of Sarajevo
the moon is down:
"Where shall we take our constitutions, Mr. Eliot? How will we ever reap
pleasures from the rain?"
sounds of the slotmachine - lucky sevens
"My people, humble people who expect nothing.
To Carthage then I came." (With a great flame, a little spark - and a bang
when we wander the woods and minefields;
a dark wood where the straight way was lost.
in the absence of authority;
snipers hand out paradise like pamphlets
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I would be curious to know more about this poem. Specifically, how you chose the title, for is it poem 102 or does it have a deeper significance/relevance?
Is the gunshots line a title, or is it the full launch of the poem? It is precisely because the top and the bottom of this piece match so well that I cannot believe this is something so simple as a commentary about what's on the cable. But most of the middle is so abstract I just don't really get it, and for some reason I feel... if not ashamed, at least like I've missed out.
And for the power of the last line, I thank you for that startling little jolt.
Congratulations on the UA February feature pick.
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i don't like putting titles to my poems, so this is just poem number 102 (mind you I didn't write a hundred poems, this is just to differentiate from poems 001 - 025 which were written in a different state of mind).
the first line, consequently, is a part of the poem.
what, i was picked for something?
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This poem is incredible. That's the only thing I know after reading it.
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i like the layout, is original and really works. im not sure if i entirely understand the poem, but that's probably just me 
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I only wish I could say something insightful. It was an incredibly beautiful read. The structure works perfectly.
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