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Topeka, and other things like vacancy.
by Jared OrlandoSerpentine swings, and patiently flowing
The hills dripping with a listlessness
Our infant ears have no way of knowing
Old padded feet adhere to such restlessness
And Topeka feels further than early spring
With the table free of all clutter
For these eyes settle on unearthly things
Than the space between one another
The sensible selves and the wantoning clashes
Miles of ash and toil between
Your little girls with their batting lashes
Have seen more than there is to be seen
There's the glare that falls from the bombs overhead
And the pieces get stuck in our teeth
Our camouflage cannot hide what is already dead
For in retrospect we are only the thief
While men hopscotch over what they can't understand
We beckon each day with the wonder
That the fall of mankind was previously planned
What we don't understand, we hide under 04/15/2010 Posted on 04/16/2010
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jasmine Sword-Mann on 04/16/10 at 05:33 AM I dig this. There is something that bothers me in the first stanza; I think in L2, it could do without the "a". It has a nice cadence to it throughout, and I don't normally like rhyming poetry. Those last two stanzas are really great. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/16/10 at 01:09 PM Those who haven't seen the falling bombs and death have no idea. A very nice write Jared. |
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