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mike
Poems
Sep 2015
the uselessness of the big cheese
i would not
give my life away
to the perfect piece
or let a sham engineer
take its credit
from me.
i love myself too much
and hate him just enough
to recognize
the difference.
but the perfect piece;
that is painfully
beyond my grasp.
i would quickly cut
my hands from me
and train them
to walk
and to find
what it is
that i seek.
pay them in gold
or in
the beauty of feet.
take myself
from my body.
leave it laying around.
i can hardly
train a cat,
much less
myself.
and cats display ballet.
the music to accompany it
plays while i watch.
no words can describe
what no words can describe.
a signature
is stepping in ink
unaware
and walking across
the page.
cats and mice
are the only ones
with names.
Written by
mike
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