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vietnam

by Steven Kenworthy







in a state of rejection
my face goes slow

you move in with printed weapons
i'm ready to go

out cold in backless patterns
i'm breakfast in bed

buried in assitance
the machine works for me instead

say yes to requests
ice chips old friends

on your way to letting go
the electrician hums along

i am tired of this song
i am tired of this song







08/29/2011

Author's Note: we all get a little dehydrated for it

Posted on 08/30/2011
Copyright © 2020 Steven Kenworthy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/30/11 at 09:42 AM

Now this was a very interesting little departure. And yes, shadows of Vietnam.

Posted by Mo Couts on 08/30/11 at 10:43 AM

Interesting without being too 'out there'. I like.

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