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The Dark Days of Aristotle (Free verse) by somemorepoetry
That long stretch of metal breaking Is the sound of ages of man falling apart. He was here, looking out the window, Watching the machines grab at The I-beams, the girders and chains. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, he said Together with his long name and Cigarette brand. So I moved closer to watch The men pulling levers, raking shards; I felt his breath against me, and I squirmed At the thought of him looking, His hand thinking of running north Towards everything he ever really wanted. Today, he said at my neck back, I’ll look For another place to live.

Up the ladder: Zipmark'd
Down the ladder: Unable To Be Whole

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.5
Weighted score: 5.1788044
Overall Rank: 4882
Posted: January 9, 2006 4:41 PM PST; Last modified: January 9, 2006 4:41 PM PST
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[9] Dovina @ 69.175.32.104 | 9-Jan-06/6:49 PM | Reply
The world was too populated or Aristotle, and today not populated enough, some say. Think I'll go east, back to the green hills of Tennessee.
[9] http://mulberryfairy @ 64.222.209.137 | 9-Jan-06/7:26 PM | Reply
nice plot twist
[n/a] <~> @ 167.206.181.179 | 10-Jan-06/9:27 AM | Reply
please, explain what this means:

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire, he said
Together with his long name and
Cigarette brand.

i don't understand why he would say his name and cigarette brand. or am i getting it all wrong?
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