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 Nov 2013 Dawning Welliver
brooke
i thought to myself
about how cold my
fingers were and I
tried to think of at
least one person
that I wouldn't
mind holding
hands with
and it's still
you, it's still
you ******.
(c) Brooke Otto 2013
Good, bad, it don't matter; notoriety is notoriety.
Notoriety is a function of absolute value, in other words.
Two paths diverged in the woods,
and we bulldozed them into a
highway, didn't we comrades?
That is called progress.
Now the commute to work
is manageable, like our
limited resources.
Where i live, there is
a neighborhood dog.
His name is "Freedom,"
he visits us all, though
less frequently of late.
He is spritely and cute,
only so-so with kids,
but refuses to beg
for scraps.

My neighbors beat it to
death with bricks of
compliance, nicknamed
security, to its face.

They were gentle,
so gentle...

hushed voices and smiles
all the while.
i make my coffee
stronger each morning and hope
i can feel the same
reposting this. sorry.
I don't like ponds
I can't stand the distrust in koi,
Or the bitter mess of plants on the surface-
Sometimes leaves sink past its edge into the faded water.
Their resemblance of shakily build reasons
For people pursuing careers they don't like
laps like waves with every change in environment.

All the same

I don't like people.
I can never shake your sadness
and the delicate mess of hair daintily reaching past your shoulders - a fallen-apart fishtail braid.
why did you become a bus-driver when the world is full of waves
and every change in environment comes a new person entirely.
Only saving this because I'd written it months ago. My friend told me to write a poem about ponds and this is what I came up with. It's here simply so I can easily have it at hand.

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