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Free verse № 60441

trying to cross the border to Sweetgrass

by Patsy

Member since 2003 · Posted 13 Aug 2003 · 6 comments

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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[9] Caducus 13-Aug-03/8:23 AM Reply
Layered and well executed 9
[8] basit_i 13-Aug-03/3:02 PM Reply
the first half, especially, resonates.
[9] http://mulberryfairy 13-Aug-03/8:20 PM Reply
I like the repition of "under a".
[8] richa 21-Aug-03/10:02 AM Reply
Good, quite political I think, but does not descend into a rant because the language is fresh and original.
[8] basit_i › richa 22-Aug-03/11:18 AM Reply
there aren't enough rants in the world.
or rather, there are too many, but not enough about the things that matter.
[n/a] <~> 21-Aug-03/10:33 AM Reply
i do not understand your line breaks.