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Post-Modernism“Get your goddamn hands out of your pockets and help us row.” I can’t stand the grating sound of splinters on splinters; the coarse gritting of wood on red rock.Post-Modernism
The people,
blurred, undetailed, almost featureless, wave goodbye from the dock five yards away.
The boat scrapes on, bottom already wearing thin,
red dust blooming under the oars.
I can’t hold my tongue, though it’s solidified in dried saliva and powdered clay. “Go fuck yourself.” Overboard, onto the dirt, and they continue on their voyage.
It’s stupid to
by ~Aki-Aka
Blue TrainI was never one to believe in God, but Buddhism gets it: materialism is for shits and giggles. The world doesn't love you. Your letter resides in my chest pocket, my only item of worth; your love could stop a bullet, and the envelope wouldn't even be torn open I haven't opened it yet. The train approaches from one end of nowhere, will pick me up at this nowhere, and go on to the next nowhere. (Otouto, I don't think we're in Kansas any more. Maybe Colorado or Wyoming.) The tracks gleam like silver ShinBlue Train
by ~Aki-Aka
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- Current Residence: CA
- Interests: Poetry
- Favourite genre of music: Punk, ska, and classic rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Wendy
- Personal Quote: If you can't do it with words, you can't do it at all.
- Tools of the Trade: A pencil, a notebook, and observational skills that kills
- Email: fangz_of_fire@hotmail.com
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