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Infinite raindrops Infinite dusty windshields Will this ever produce A forged Seurat? No one asks Just monkeys Typewriters Shakespeare Rain not in dust But pollen from this months trees Can’t see through it Can’t see under it Dotted with rain Borrowed from an oasis Now the wind can’t blow it free I have a button And the pointless pointillism Vanished, unrecorded, unlamented Modernism removes the annoyances But leaves remnants Where I can notice, but Not where I can see What does it matter? I admit, I’m uncertain But I noticed I recorded And maybe now, you Will think of dust, rain And Shakespeare
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
Second Hand Rain
Infinite raindrops Infinite dusty windshields Will this ever produce A forged Seurat? No one asks Just monkeys Typewriters Shakespeare Rain not in dust But pollen from this months trees Can’t see through it Can’t see under it Dotted with rain Borrowed from an oasis Now the wind can’t blow it free I have a button And the pointless pointillism Vanished, unrecorded, unlamented Modernism removes the annoyances But leaves remnants Where I can notice, but Not where I can see What does it matter? I admit, I’m uncertain But I noticed I recorded And maybe now, you Will think of dust, rain And Shakespeare
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Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
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