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defy or decry
even in the ethernet
it can be sentence to die
I scorn violence
today in the drive by way
this line is the length of life
snuggled in self-pity
and smuggled through out history
we are run by the fingers on the triggers of the gun
the next generation
we find
near the border of sounds, smells, tastes;
an anticipation of edited memory
turn the page before you see the gore
read on about some vapid blond bimbo
who will surely know how to score
and the rest of us
headless torso's of outrage
pass the news and never read a headline
greed of the vulturous is advertising torture
not with terminal sorrow
all my lamenting
my longing for the charm
of a smiling face
I cannot express my regret
things fallen without preserving
wasted production, lost loves, homes washed away
dysfunctional marriages, spurned friends
dreams eroded by instant needs
it all happens so fast
words fall from our lips
good for repining only grief

seems we used to listen better
our letters were packed with syllables
that were seductive

becoming more beautiful with each utterance