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William White Poem
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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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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William White Poem
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.
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William White Poem
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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Ostracised from the pack,
letting go of the things held dear
simply to survive barbarity.
He knew all the answers
so they spewed on him for
baring open what ought to be closed.
Death is is next to weather
the onslought of alienation.
So he takes a shotgun to the mouth.
What there is after the death,
for an instant he ponders as the slug
travels through the barrel towards his brain.
Such a pity that nature gives only one breath
and with no second chance his skull explodes
and with the flick of a lamp his dreams end.
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William White Poem
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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William White Poem
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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William White Poem
Computers are strange
computers are cruel.
Hate cruises with microsoft
because they gave
me liberty at a heavy price.
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William White Poem
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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William White Poem
Tom Cruise what happened to you.
You were cool in Top Gun
We're watching Wilson's War
We doubt you've ever heard.
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