a poem called dead weight

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: December 04, 2011

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dead weight

 

the pouring of compliments

as transparent as cellophane

stacking upon the shoulders &

the attempt to get inside by this

perpetrator seems relentless.

 

reminiscent of others

whose sole purpose is to

drain all individuality &

deprive of all positivity---

squeezing it all out like

powerful hands wringing a

paper towel

as if to prove to the occupants of

a lavatory that

said master of the universe

has just made a

tinkle.

 

digging & digging

as if the very doing so will stimulate a

an otherwise barricaded self to

suddenly gush with sentiment

wherein all intimate details of a life

will become apparent to an

interest which only sprung from

complete utter boredom with existence &

the need to prove to themselves that

all share the same bitterness in

life.

 

ever so curious

wanting to interfere with the reality of

all present---

cats that meow & meow & meow

hoping to bring down all those

around them---

but, these felines hate the water

so find a bridge & the deepest river, pond, lake or

ocean &

push them right in---

as they thrash in the water

quite possibly,

all the dead weight might

just take them

d

o

w

n

  b

  e

l

o

  w

& as the wonderful water fills the lungs

they will meow no more.

 

 


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