Poetry is a way of seeing the world. Would love to get some new poetic views from yous. Here's a quick e-poem of mine from this morning.
American Perspective
from an Economic Refugee
on the road
the roots cut
the story untold
the glory nowhere to
be found around
the world a refugee
economic political
hypocritical who
cares unaware of
cold and peanut butter
sandwiches three times
a day we had slept
night after night in
our own bed
Next post from the road. Jude
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Somewhere in the
colorful wax prison
a man is weeping
from boredom
while out here
in this grey barred
neighborhood,
people run back and forth
exhausting themselves
and feeling guilty
about it when they’re dead
or dying.
Here's wishing we'd spent
our time doing something
more spiritually
fulfilling.
The rich are either profoundly sad
or perpetually drunk.
Often times both.
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