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Retirement (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos

Stumps with a barreness as far as the eyes could see High pitched whine followed by bloody curdling screams Not a hint of green, or life, or love, or daylight The Saw mill stands alone on a grey slate precipice No more men or bad jokes over black coffee & timecards The ghost of development now's automated by depravation The roof's covered by wingless sleeping birds, preening And ahead lies a suburbia fashioned from worker's flesh Water tower reads "Forest of Modernization", Hatesville Winnebagos Pontoons Jetskys Watercrafts Swimmingpools And filthy bird baths Audaciously uncentered between the mailbox & inevitability.

Shardik 4-Aug-03/8:45 PM
Ha ha! You didn't even read the poem you twat... Ha, ha ha ha...




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