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Dec 18, 2006 11:35

Where

Your visions pass me
        they promise me
              condemn me
to urban villages
and cornfield cities

where
    electric stars
       dot smoke stack mountains
    and barren seascapes
       harbor schools of fishes

Their natural montages
    show frame by frame

where
    children
       their             children
           my            children
             our         children

were               raised
          are            raised
             will be   raised

where
    nascar moms
       and soccere dads
    paint cream pickets
       and fence nuclear homes

A blink and they're gone
                done promising
                      condemning

done existing

for now.

Star Airplane

I wish I may
I wish I

.blink.

might have the chance
to wish, not think.

Transplant goldfish
bigger bowls
to grow into their feet.
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