Three Poems

by Low Man

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Destruction is temporary
but,
how big?
Pull it apart
       take it on a tour

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       Tourism arises from popularity 
       perhaps,
it is a double edged sword
       perhaps
it has no edge

Silence
offers to teach you
to think without words.
Pass it around
keep it under control.
Consider it beautiful.
Live among the many
dedicated to a lie
       Stronger and bolder
              in a bright pink folder
Labled: 2013

Some say
worth the price of admission:
Some say
excessive:
Some say
Underdeveloped:
but,
none the less,
it sets you on the edge of your seat
it makes your teeth
sharper.


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A hard nose
with a good eye for details.
Some depressive soul
who just stopped
late one day
alone
Taking care of others 
who should be taking care
of them.

Live up to full potential
Toss it in the gutter
Sleep in your armchair
Blind and bedridden
Looking so angry.
A man made disaster
Loaded up on the blues
Somewhere in between
       Difference    and    Attention

In some city 
200 miles away
you drift away
from being able
to take care of 
yourself.

Time for this to end

A late night pilgrimage

The early morning rescue

to set one free
of valid characteristics
and petty problems
that are usually kept
in drawers.

To spin and spin
again & again
the wheel of sanction

only to find:

contradiction
contradiction
all we have is
contradiction

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