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Showing posts with label July 1 2010. Show all posts
Showing posts with label July 1 2010. Show all posts

Thursday, July 01, 2010

Kiss From a Neon Siren [Today's News Poem, July 1, 2010]

Kiss From a Neon Siren [Today's News Poem, July 1, 2010]

Follow the lights and you'll drive to your bliss.
Tunnels of halogens guide you, with signs
Lighting the path—an electrical kiss.
Follow your whim; it's the pathway's design.
Locking your door made of glass has no use.
Smile at the strangers with predator grins.
Bottles are finished and both of you choose
Pleasure and vibrate with unified skins:
Masters tonight, but by morning are slaves.
Hangover breakfast, an awkward caress;
Coffee; a toothbrush—he rapidly shaves:
Pantomime game—you play house as you dress.
Daylight delivers the deadline you dread—
Both of you caught in the bars of the ray—
Everything's possible, costly and spread
Out for the taking; a trap made of pay.

“President Obama pressed Congress on Thursday to pass comprehensive immigration legislation to fix a “fundamentally broken” system by toughening enforcement of existing laws while creating a path to citizenship for many of the 11 million people in the United States illegally.”
– Peter Baker, The New York Times, July 1, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/02/us/politics/02obama.html



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Sensors Blink Away the Tears and Say Good-Bye [Twitter Found Poem, July 1, 2010]

Sensors Blink Away the Tears and Say Good-Bye [Twitter Found Poem, July 1, 2010]
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when we start losing energy levels,
when our jackass won't run,
Remember, you're never too old to be put on a leash.

when we want something to be given to us
instead of going out and getting it,
and we always say "the Next one is on me,"
who likes us enough to keep us around?

Sensors blink away the tears and say good-bye
and put us on a leash. Smart Circuits
drive us to the airport and say good-bye again.
and when we want something to be given to us
we are given a drink on the plane,
and a drink,drink,drink drunk. and we say
"the Next one is on me," like we always say.
As maggots fall from the overhead bin
and bite us 4eternity
the Sensors blink away the tears and say good-bye.

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