KIND OF A WATER TRAP TOO
Funnels and vapors and memories
and dreams : another not so blue
day arises. However light translates
itself into being, that I'll have to
take : Cannot do another thing
about any of that.
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In this awkward kind of dream-world,
men are jarring. Women are abject.
men are jarring. Women are abject.
Between the two, I'm sure there's
some jolly being not yet usurped
as some Santa Claus of the mind;
someone to make the rules and
see that they're attended to. Or,
honored more in the breach?
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I read a book once about some
landing; military guys swarming a
beach while getting shot to pieces.
Primitive stuff; not like now. All
was bullets and bullets and bullets
and bullets. No smart bombs or
guided shells. What can you do
about that? Certainly, it must
have intensified the moment.
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I wondered how all those men felt,
wading through the shallow water,
coming in to sand and land, seeing
it all, and then feeling the hurt, and
going down, and never reaching
their intended goal.
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