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Poland Spring

A steam locomotive
rusted to tracks lies
in a ditch to bury
A kousa on a yard sale, final;
B&B rotted with soil pouring forth,
the roots exposed no longer able
to absorb the sweet life flowing
from the nozzle.

The sky turned blue 
and the air was nipped.
The door was closed to  dust
and how it moved turned the passerby.
The willows by the river turned dry
On the edge of an empty highway.

The wind blows strange 'round here
Onto the back of the limbs
of oxen plowing the fields, gettin' on
the sewed fields while the farmer stands
drinking from the whiskey jar.
He fires the still so he can kill
his last horse because a leg is broke.

The lady stands inside,
clean and narrow.  She's gaunt inside and
tumbling down while her babe weeps but has learned
to shed tears in silence (they were never secumbed).
1930 came hard and starved
what was left of Oakies 
sticking hard to land.

You wanted more when you asked
for less, it was not your fault
it all went wrong and hurt me.
Push'd 'round the grocer's,
we woke today with pain.
the cover's warmth is all
not to change while it ran me 'round.

A pistol shot rang the bells of hell
I done it for a thing I won't say.
He hit the ground, all that was left behind
was only what he tried to find.
Abiding the time and laws of the plains
made no sense no more and I know
I will not be condemned if I deny.

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Jurrassic Park Is Frightning. In the Dark.

Dinosaurs have always been cool.
They crawled, snarled and baited
and raped, and stole and the others.

We'll never know what they are
but Jurrassic Park was close.
remember the snarled acid spitter?
It hocked in Newman's face.

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Space

As children we would stare.
We would steal bubble gum.
and spew vomit.

Now it is right to avoid the eyes
that return the gaze
of stoner haze. 

A lot can be said on why
you stare at others.

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Anne Frank

What did they do to u?
Forced you to hide
From fear of Gestapo.
From fear of murder.

Now germans look
at Amerika and spit.

I have something to say to
Germany.
At least America didn't melt
its own people 
into ash yet.

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Lost

America,
You fly your flags at half mast.
It make us feel right
to mourn our mistakes in life
Never let your flag reach full mast.
otherwise you forget what is a wrong thing.
Rather it be to resent your past and
Never succeed in this dog for dog world.

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On Walking the Giant Steps

We walked upon the blasted stone,
Carved by the sea's cruel grind with 
its fellow mate of crime, time.
In places smooth, and others
cut at angles unknown to geometry
brown to black and back to white
they seem to move
but only seem.

We came to walk but only climbed
while the sun shown half an hour high,
Whitman's New York does not compare
to the stressed sedimentary that 
has poked its head to the air and foam.

And ascending, they stood erect at
the truest angle known, half a half-turn.
Thundered by crests of the tide, meeting the blue,
or is it green or gray with a glint of reflecting red?
Constantly changing the answer is never true,
but in between, she's not caring to be defined.

But where the ocean eludes, the land is familar
with shawdows that formed many years ago.
And there we stand winded from climbing,
the wind brushing our face.
With flowing hair, we gain a tale for us alone.
Cyclopses once tred upon 
these stairs that are too grand for man.

Pound on!  
Do not stop your rise and fall!
You'll be here when we are gone
and re-grown as grass, tred upon and re-worn.
Others will come and see the scene and climb.
Climb on, climb on, Climb onto the steps!

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Modern Iran From 1921

Iotallah, we've got you surrounded.
East and West we are.
Russians are north.
Arabia is south.
We've got you surrounded

Forget about making the nukes
We've got you surrounded.
Forget about killing innocent jews,
We got you real good.

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The Man

Computers are strange
computers are cruel.
Hate cruises with microsoft
because they gave
me liberty at a heavy price.

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Depressed

3$ Scratch off.
Glory. Money equals zero.
Maybe I'll get 
rich off of you.
Will not need application
Will not need inflation
but only a little luck.
and I could  sit here
doing nothing.

Make me rich
You looch.
You ate all of my yoo-hoo.

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Inspiration

I hail Catharsis.
Where are you, friend?
Tell me where to go.
Give the path that hath
some sort of answer.

You know while
I do not and
maybe never will.

This world is Big.
I am a protozoan.
I abuse you, Catharsis.
You turn me on
When my engine is cold

Purr for me so I can follow 
your beat or at least
some grandiose rhythm.