MODERN
MORPHOLOGY
The horse took the cake
and ran off. The fire under
the stew pot stopped. Even
in Algiers, it seemed, no
one yet knew a thing.
Disputing Augustine of
Hippo, I fight back while
the others sing.
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The cars meld back into
metal, their parking lot
mysteriousness marking
time between their lines,
while I walk away disjointed.
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The all-day contrivances of
this modern day annoy me
to no end : the plastic bag
that has no integrity and
cannot hold itself within its
form but rather crumples
shapeless as you let it go.
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