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Turtle + Snail pt. IV: 7
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Extended Poetry “Pt IV: 7”
There are seven seas
Of seven deadly sins
This is where they live
This is where they’re trapped
Playing games of simon-sayes-dictatorship
Every head biting to scale the totem pole
And claim the pinnacle with a flag
Everyone wants everything
Like a magnet wants to suck a refrigerator dry
Like a parasite, sucking the strength from its size
I play dodge ballsround the circle
Balls are thrown to draw me in
To edge
To class
To mainstream
Seven fingers say hello
Hello, hello, hello…
Seven dirty seas perform seven dirty deeds
Dirty with sand, dirty with salt dirty with sin
It has been so deadly to so many
To so many, to so many, to so many…
So many melancholy moments
Dreaming of the perfect fantasies
Growing slower with sadness
As the hours fray away
Off my wall of bricks
They see us as
All in all
Another brick in the all
Another face in the crowd
Another string to the violin’s chest
Their music was so flat
As flat as the bricks
Those molds then fray away
Turtle to snail
No smile…
