asleep in functions
Contributed by
plous
on
Friday, 25th July 2003 @ 05:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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confined to some social reality,
a group of sports teams in the field,
something to feel,
painted objects construct whats real,
the twisting lump of limbs and mouths,
contorting in some fashion to feed,
to keep warm,
alongside an ocean of dead leaves,
the simple point of the dagger,
the box tells me to buy,
then about death,
or some story inbetween,
of it all i can only laugh,
for it is truly funny,
like bad re runs of some show you never knew,
some time with different state of mind,
light cannot bend much,
not like the flow of water,
always going in,
within the system,
laws and lugnuts,
a monkey chained in my closet,
so the poor may fight the war,
just another song,
on an island in the haze,
looking out on the math of a maze,
so many stages of the same,
giving rise to the needs of a name,
simple words,
simple history,
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plous
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2003-07-25 05:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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