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Give Me a Lily Pad & The Continuum [two Poems]
What can I do to keep this world in its orbital spin?I gave up trying to win the hearts of the many-.Throw the meat-balls against the wall, stop, stop!!Trying to make them spin, like God did in the heavens! Sexual longings-a pathway to anger and rage-Turn the page to the cheap hotels, turn the pageGive it a pathway to run, tell your friends, they've won.And don't answer to anyone; hang up the phone?! Don't go outside the house, become dulcimer-Hit the hammer, the hammer, the hammer, stop, stop!The darkness of the night is coming, open the windowI'll, I'll disappear, no air, no air inside her-anywhere! Neck bones look weak, like honey over thawed meat:Everyone's neck bones, everyone I see, even me?I'll be a guest of hell soon, the land of no vegetablesOr balloons?just neck bones, everywhere: everywhere. The place where no one cares, no one cares, no one:Like unfed fish, fish, unfed fish-nibbling at nothing;In a four-sided aquarium, with-with piranhas?Give me a lily pad to sail away, today, today, today!... #819 8/29/05 The Continuum I emerged from #820 8/29/30 A Note by Rosa: two poems: not sure what I want to say on these two poems; interesting, they make me think of why the poet uses what he uses; I know my husband says, it is called "effect" and it makes me take a big deep breathe. Is that what he wants, if so he got it. Rosa See Dennis' books at http://www.bn.com or http://www.abe.com
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