poemranker ::Lake Michigan by jessicazee

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Free verse № 124531

Lake Michigan

Member since 2002 · Posted 3 May 2005 · Edited 10 May 2005 · 2 comments

Tonight we both watched the news, two girls found dead in Illinois, live at ten, anchors pumped selling thunderstorms, gladdened cancer tales of children in wigs, wishes granted by rich angels... You need to see the weatherman, the shape of our lake an erection at its end, our state your right hand, a palm, we live under a thumb, it will rain all week if we believe in Doppler, pointing men in pinstriped suits forcing us to trust.

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[7] Dovina 10-May-05/1:16 PM Reply
I don't see how the weatherman forces you to trust. It's all about probabilities. Also, Doppler is a short-time-range tool and does little to predict "rain all week."

"gladdened cancer tales" is good.
[6] wilco 12-May-05/6:17 PM Reply
Not near as good as the other Lake Michigan one.