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Mitchell
Poems
May 2011
Orange Rocky Sands
Simplistic majestic magician
That weaves cloth
Of nothing that is supposed fine
Round about fanatics
With no one around
But the mechanics
We are the lost age
With no sage but the voice
Of a 70's page
We revolt against
Nothing
But the sins of common human torture
Could it be?
Could it be?
That we have reached a modern
Utopia washed over with numbers and bummers?
"Eee gad!" screams the man
"Too bad!" says the unclad band
"So sad!" says the rest of the pickled sand
Young reefs bubbling in a restless wheeze
Torture awaits the man that sits in ye' pasture
Time is no friend of yours or
Mine
Bricks break faster then the heart does
For they build buildings
Where hearts can break
Inside themselves
As doves shatter in winged' flight
All the while blinking alone
In the blankness of the starry hot night
Ohh Demetrius that awaited a party
That never got started
Because he believed it was cool to be tarty
Too see is to
See
What your head
Wants to believe
Another night past round the blast
Where Chicago blistered bleakly
And the lights were turned right out
Out and fast and out and cast
Fish a' bleedin' orange
Orange and rocky sands
A letter opened itself
To a lover that did not
Want to feel or see
She read it out loud
To the pitch of a sound
She never meant to reach
Imaginary sentimentalists
That persuade themselves
That they are no man
Nor hold no
Robotic hand
They are
The children
Of the
Evolution
Evolution.
What a silly
Bourgeois
Excuse
To me
Tis' just another excuse
To fend off
The
Noose
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Mitchell
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