tagNon-Erotic PoetryPolitik 2005-08-11

Politik 2005-08-11


In this day and age
I have become
the man who wasn't there

to watch walls fall,
blood flow,
and skylines
topple over.

But a periphery puppetry ghost

to worry over tax returns
when Belgrade drowned
in a million whistle song,
to sleep in a mood valley
when a Kiev sea of orange
made hope bloom.

To repeatedly fall
in debt, in love, in line,
during genocide, geopolitics,
obelisks in time.

And here I sit,
filling blank paper
with trinkets of mind.

Ready to plunge yet again
into a trifle life,
picked clean of history
as well as clean of sin.

Am I in blessed seclusion
or on the outside
looking in?

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