Month: January 2017

000 Generalities

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Poverty is a symbol
It’s as lost as two faces
Conjoining eyes in a mirror
It’s as nameless as two tracks
Topping off at a crossroad
As cold as massive numbers
Turning odds into zeros
So big it becomes
An unmelodious aviary
A zoo inches deep in dust
A house dry of pulsation
Of migrant thought
What’s left between, in-between
When the ringing has stopped
Poverty is noting more
Than what is general
A stack needing to be reshelved
Into the Dewey decimal system
Cooperative as long as it stays in its place
It’s an ancient, archived tete-a-tete
We ride on past without any empathy
Widely biased if not, unplugged
Despair a greater sin for them
As their cries become shut in a book
And this symbol again
Is unheard

clburdett, 2017

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Over-dead 

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five different versions of
one
same event
how soon in life
the die
is
cast
too young to know
what
she
was doing
beach wood, isn’t it?
inscrutable secrets
and lies
mature
original passion
prematurely
inherited
a one
stringed lyre
to a
cup
of hemlock
over-dead, isn’t it?
the happiest times
in  life were
in
that house
killing myself
as if
they
hadn’t died
a murderous tendency
on art
escaped
canvas
don’t
expect me
to
confess

Clburdett, 2017