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Post by >>The Neon One on Aug 16, 2004 1:03:01 GMT -5
(NOTE- Figures that when I have no reason to write a sad love poem, the words come to me. NOT based on current events in my life.)
The raggéd black pigeon flew over urban woodland raw The steady engine perfume and second-hand breath choked the scene The panhandler barked because no one seemed to understand The people walked past them in violent stampede The ones admired never looked quite like them And never would hint a reflection because they wanted what they could not be The hallmark factory printed Valentines® One thousand made in a blink Instant art Buy it Frame it Masterpiece But art is a broken poem visualized and flung on a canvas after years of conception A zygote gestating for a lifetime of stored energy What is made in a blink will not meet David She is too busy offering herself to other men Who forget her in a night
The ballad of mournful lovers on a city street Is the saddest song I've ever heard Two souls clinging desperately to everything they idolize In the Biblical sense, falsely Drowning in the realization that they opened their hearts To a golden calf Fools gold Fortune lost Starving miner Dead The world around them seems to have a place and function Even the most destitute begs because the script tells him so Who they once relied on to be their stage manager Has quit the project And left them to drown in a sea of people Who know their cues and exit stage left
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