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he said, "if the fall doesn't, the rocks below will kill you"
by Lauren Pearlthere are boys sitting against
the pipe line
drumming heartbeats with wooden
sticks, beating like this was
supposed to mean something.
they are drummers in their own
minds, in front of crowds
of long hair, short skirts,
and knee-high boots and blood
baths of broken limbs.
you sit silently amongst them,
triggering sadness and
goosepimples in your listeners,
the ones who are quiet enough
to let you take them away.
i did not ask for simple words,
poetry for the blind, deaf and
numb; you delivered, flawlessly
without flinching, or missing
a single beat in the band.
the boys continued, as you got
up to leave, walking along the
vibrations, you dipped away,
unnoticed, because even the dead
know, this was supposed to go on. 06/30/2004 Author's Note: half dream, half reality, half i don't know what.
Posted on 07/01/2004
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Pearl
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