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the museum

this side of the river
feels like a gun fight
slows down traffic

we commemorate with marble
snap shots the holocaust
and "kids eat your icecream, let's"

"all scream for ice cream"
the boy sings as the first bullet
pops the air

and this poem never happened.
how could hate kill millions
when one man shoots one man

and commuters never cease.

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for Stephen T. Johns

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  • klassy lassy
    September 18

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    Hate kills everything... and poems breathe whether or not they are ever borne. I don't know about commuters, but passing by happens minutely and the next speeding image might be the one that reframes perception for a lifetime.

    Hugs ~K


  • Balldinger silver member
    June 15

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    don't it depend on the ice cream man? i seen him passin' by, but forgot my pocket change when I turned around and chased the pizza delivery woman...


  • jantastic gold member
    June 15
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  • onerios13
    June 14
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    and this poem never happened.

    Dear heavens! Could this be my long lost windhover?? Haven't read anything from you in AGES and then you pop up with something as dark, rich and complex as this...glad to know things haven't changed all that much.

    Good to see you and your marvelous words again, honey-bear.