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Irate Watcher Nov 2017
The fallen flag of inspiration
is stained with passions.
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
The child points and says,
"Look, mommy, look!"

The poet points and says,
"Look, world, look!"

The collective groans,
then sighs.

Mommy
responds after
a long pause:

What?
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
Miniature lief.
A pixel. A byte.
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
a way to purge
on paper,
truths.

i read a catalog
of 1000 sentences.
there were too many.

none gave me a lover.
all just went
forward.
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
I bought a book
and read
half of it
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
The news said:
"It's entirely likely,
in fact, it's more likely,
that we are living in a simulation."

The circus and the chorus lines
are just for the architect's amusement.
When the leotards on the high wire
fall, he laughs the hardest.

Measuring the moon with his hands,
does anyone knows its' circumference?
"If someone can measure the moon,
we are better off."

Everyone forgets
the fallen artist,
and stares at the moon.
Some shout indiscriminately.

Three engineers
create a proof,
that creates an equation,
that is widely believed
for the next 100 years, before
proven later to be false.

The artist nurses his broken knee.
"Can't anyone see I'm suffering?"
Everyone stares at the moon.
Irate Watcher Nov 2017
Document steals business,
and we're just hanging,
improving our cappuccinos...
Would you like some pistachio cake?

Do you drink?
If I'm going to spend $6000 on liquor,
it might as well be at the same two places.

See, I could never do that.
I'm terrible with computers.
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