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The Stickmen of Fools (Free verse) by embersandenvelopes

Like signal bars above the heads, words and phrases are listed instead From minds who only contemplate a pixel of beige, who pounce on adjectives, then suffocate. A collection of quick letters is often revered while complete processes must then be feared. If an ear is cut off, then handed as truth, the paint is declared faulty and products of youth. The brush that is bloody is only bloody and brutal- there's no integrity in man's crude tools. But the gallery will be bright with the stickmen of Fools, words repeating above heads, thinking they're cruel.

god'swife 14-Jun-04/8:21 PM
Nice user name, but this poem is sadly magniloquent.




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