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An American Past-Time

I,

invisible black hole

that I am

barely a fidget

or graceful movement

as I stand

attract only the

lack there of

genuine interest

and reluctant glance

from people too

busy pretending to be

occupied

in a mundane trance

I,

a super catastrophic nova

of social proportions

only watch from

the corner of my eyes

hesitant to interrupt

these paranoid distortions

called **** sapiens

as they corrupt

the simple art

of sipping coffee from

a cup.

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gabriela-galindo
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Dec 28, 2011
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