Prose Poems
Tragedy Consumes
There is a cat on the side of the road. The girl cries as as it crosses the road and is massacred like a bug under the foot of a huge man. The man strolls on as if the bug is of no worldly value. The girl is then consumed by the world Like the insides of the bug by the flying sparrow.
Every Thing Gets Flushed
The fish wonders as it spirals down the swirling white porcelain bowl as the rat waits at the bottom in the sewer. The cow slattered for your dinner. The beef is then ground up and placed in your mouth. Only latter to end up in the swirling white porcelain bowl to swim in the ocean with the fish.
The American Dream
Drowns walking the streats. Wasted live sitting in small cubes, only going free when alowed, this is there life. Like a Hamster in a small plastic cage, the break room his wheel, the chamber he sleeps in at the end of a long plastic tube like their apartment at the end of a subway tunnel. This is the life they live. Drown to their society.
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