JUNIPER BERRIES IN
A FUNNY LAND
Sometimes I get stuck, in another land
where people talk on - endless words
about most anything - their recipes
and foods and trips and vacations and
children. By them, next to them, I am
the local pauper who's not gone anywhere
myself. If that's called living vicariously,
it's not that at all. I don't want that life.
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A crumble-pick full of some Disneyworld
creeps would send me into paroxysms of
a newer despair - false gimmickry, flat
earth, sour emotions and dead feelings
too. Even dreams should be more true.
What is this, a zombie zoo?
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I laugh back. They show me pictures of
their Google-book trip - kids and ice-cream
and Mickie. Some vampy princess meant
to stick. Their minds are really filled with
this? For the sake of a child they let the
world run amiss. It shouldn't be like that
at all.
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