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Complicity Limits
by Laura DoomYumi and I
live either side
of the great cultural divide,
an impossible place
where resolutions reconcile,
where faith and fantasy collide,
where everything is wrong and right
because we say it is so.
Our behaviour is balanced
on the tips of our tongues,
roasted on a spit, and served
with a side order of anarchy.
We are tactile in the extreme,
and frequently in extremis
which seems to amuse first responders.
Conversation is limited by familiarity
and contempt for issues that propagate
the concept of breeding.
We have no future
because the past is always present
and life is too small
to accommodate the three of us.
In our final moments
together, we compose ourselves
into verse, read each other's minds
and send ourselves to sleep. 08/23/2016 Posted on 08/23/2016
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/24/16 at 02:16 PM I am smitten with the last two stanzas. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 08/30/16 at 12:15 AM "an impossible place
where resolutions reconcile,
where faith and fantasy collide,
where everything is wrong and right
because we say it is so." ..... I'm hooked into the ever-present future; looming, but never arriving. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/01/16 at 03:52 AM A treat to read and re-read. I can count on your clever word play and original approach to tweaking my mind. I smile, I chuckle, I admire. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/01/16 at 02:25 PM and who wouldn't want to munch on a side order of anarchy from time to time. ;) |
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