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trying to cross the border to Sweetgrass (Free verse) by Patsy i live in a country of invisible
lines, a world
where my passing was decided maybe
a hundred
years ago.
You toe these lines with the heel of
a billy club
the butt of a rifle, your reinforced boot.
You dare me to produce.
You are smug when you lean on that line,
you smile
a villain under a fedora
under a lampost
under a vague grin you may
sing for me
you may
not-you know the routine but
not the timing.
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Posted: August 13, 2003 5:39 AM PDT; Last modified: August 13, 2003 5:39 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.3073616 Overall Rank: 3632 Comments:
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Caducus @ 62.105.119.105
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13-Aug-03/8:23 AM
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Layered and well executed 9
the first half, especially, resonates.
I like the repition of "under a".
Good, quite political I think, but does not descend into a rant because the language is fresh and original.
there aren't enough rants in the world.
or rather, there are too many, but not enough about the things that matter.
i do not understand your line breaks.
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