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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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I walked a mile today, and then I walked back the other way. I held up a proud flag, but it was just a rag. I asked someone to stare. There was no one even there. I looked up to the sky, but it had said goodbye. I walked two miles today, and I got lost along the way. I wanted somebody’s aid, but they already had it made. I dropped the flag without pole. It fell into a hole. The hole was full of mud, topped with an unopened flower bud. I put it inside my pants. I wanted to take a chance. But the flower was already dead like the thoughts inside my head. Like the warmth inside my bed. Like the light inside my shed. Like the people I have led. Like the road now running red. I walked three miles today, and I forgot to stop and say why am I doing this today? So I walked four miles today. And I walked five miles today. I wanted six, but that’s okay. I walked seven miles today, and then I went away. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Mike you're getting lots of excercise in this one....I think I know what you're talking about....somehow the futility of that aspect of life comes to mind...very very creative writing! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thanks, ethome. All it really was: me listening to New Order's "Sub-life" late at night, then humming the melody into a tape recorder without having any idea what the words were, so I made some up. |
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