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Wiener on Page 30 Wiener on Page 30

Left alone as the Cleopatra "prude"
in a bar, with 15 men, gradually
became unfolded before dark
lights and nine innings of spirit
discussioning incoherence.

"Look at that shuttle-cock"

Hushed by the Queen of Clubs
On a bike at 2am on North 3rd

"You're the King of Badminton"

Ghosts even evidently enjoyed
the delight, the chatter dry,
from six passerbyes;

"You can see my wiener on
Page 30 of the PW."

In surreal she came and snowed
in night light heat, her thoughts,
like puzzle pieces;

Luckily Mike the Local
Stormed across the street
To the box containing the PW.

A blurry, boisterous loud
night's walk
Neutralized Stood in a crowd,
the prettiest of the ugly,
ugliest of the prettiest

balanced in imbalance
says the security guard,
standing soporic, in place
like a purse around
a shoulder in a pearly gate.

too dumb to socialize with the smartest
and far too wise to intellectualize
with a flock of imbeciles.

It's not a gray state, or
really much to equivocate.
Just the luck of the slate;
too normal to deviate,
too devious to fit in a norm.

It's like a fifty-fifty chance
when at the end of the dance
the reward woke up, walked
away, drove off to find something
better but assured that you're
insurance in case nothing amounts
to gold;
 
A Machiavellian Script One of the keys to open a door
was to convince the person, on the other side
that the axe destruction was meant as a means of motivation,
silly means such as this to control the hysterical,
anything that is lackadaisical cannot be of use.

To be the door that opens and closes whenever,
to let in your enemies because it's good to have them
map them, study them, make them naked; isolate
those that are your friends because they serve no purpose
the curse that has been injected in great minds
leads a course to an oasis of deception;

better to leave all in unease, never aim to please
unless you are curing those around you with disease.
Past Fairfield and Back Awaken a hammer hummingly awkward
to the head, window open, everything dry,
everything out of focus; things even sounded
out of focus.

I read about Wuxi, China today, how in freeways
bicyclists go the wrong direction, how people
sleep below the underpass, how a shirt only costs
10 cents, cars park on streets, pedestrians get
hit by bicycles as cars and bikes always have the
right of way.

Left a ticket to go to a baseball game this Friday
70 miles away.  Left the office to a wall of red
break lights.  Someone killed 40 miles away
four hours earlier.  No use going to Sacramento.

Step inside a San Pablo apartment where I recollect
Strum Thoughts Verse 1

Don't you go and try and find a way!
To tweak and squeeze all that's inside me,
You say tomorrow's just another day
Yet I only count the ways I sleep

Chorus

You're going in my head
You're living in my dreams
You knock my head like lead
You turn me into streams.

Verse 2

How can I see a sunny day?
When you're somewhere other than with me?
The rainbow, it takes me to a cave
In darkness I know I'll be enslaved

Chorus

You're going in my head
You're living in my dreams
You knock my head like lead
You turn me into streams.

You're going in my head
You're living in my dreams
You knock my head like lead
You turn me into s

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This Virtual Poem

by ~delliversagain

This Virtual Poem.

Here I am, my virtual self
virtually thinking how my
life could be if I made
certain decisions how
it would affect my life.

That’s when I realize
that life’s virtual; I
wake up from my
virtual bed, drive

through my virtual
traffic jam, step
into a virtual
elevator with
other virtual
people who
key in their
virtual floors
as I key in
my virtual floor

and realize that
virtually everything
I do virtually adds
up to virtually nothing.

I turn on a computer
get an email from
my virtual mistress
who tells me what

is happening in her
virtual life.  At the
same time my virtual
misfit and my virtually
misfit self crack up

about the stupidities
of reality and we
exchange hilarious
virtuous sarcastic
remarks.

I talk to another
friend about my
love problems with

my virtual lovers
who are in Beijing
Buenos Aires,
Bali
even
in
Illinois…

What’s more insane
is that in my real
life, I virtually know
nobody because
we’re all so virtually
afraid of being sued

or sexually harassed
so virtually everyone
around me, even my
best friends are virtual
strangers to me.  

So

I virtually become
addicted to electric
static pinches running
up my spine as I find
virtually anyone to
pour my problems
on.  

I even virtually
get drunk with people
{{klink}}with those
I virtually don’t even
know in real life.  

It’s

virtually confusing
yet in reality all I
have to do is shut
off my computer.
:icondelliversagain:
Personally, this is the most depressing poem I've ever written. What's weird is that I really think of all of you who come across this as real life friends. But there's still the separation of reality that although our minds are in touch we're physically not. WHEN, by contrast, in reality, we're physically in touch yet mentally so distant thru judgment and superficiality.

It just depresses me.

I could have written this for 100 pages easily...I just decided to stop where I did before ending up with a "virtual nervous breakdown" LOL.

Enjoy, this comes from the heart.

tones
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:iconfallingsilver:
~fallingsilver Jan 30, 2004
Take a vacation to Wallis and Futuna Islands! ;)

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~delliversagain Jan 31, 2004   General Artist
hah-ha..good idea!

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"I just want you to be happy
because it´ll make me happy that you´re happy."---DS#2
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~artemisinhiding Jan 29, 2004
Virtual is so overdone that it fits.... somehow. I virtually know how you feel.

erica

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Spiral out.
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~penultimatedishonest Jan 29, 2004
I can understand the having friends part, virtual friends. . . I have a good few, and they're all so close to me. . . it's a strange thing.

Very good. I also think the virtual thing was a bit excessive, but it doesn't bother me. Makes sense, anyway. Nice.

Best of luck with reality. . .

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Good things come to those who wait. Good things come faster to those who don't.
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`krissie Jan 29, 2004   General Artist
haha. hahahahaha. i mean... ah, i know you said depressing but it's funny in a way, y'know? and 'eyy, been there. i'm not so sure about all of the "virtual" repetition.. seemed a tad overdone, but yeah, maybe it works. i'm easily confused you know.

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~delliversagain Jan 29, 2004   General Artist
haha...yeah, the part that depresses me most is how "superficial" reality is. I got engulfed in this thought while driving to work this morning.

--
"I just want you to be happy
because it´ll make me happy that you´re happy."---DS#2
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`krissie Jan 30, 2004   General Artist
yeah, it is superficial. as are most things, i think we both reached this conclusion - me with that sea/ice writing and you with tv screen sleep, that dreams are more real than reality. which is mad. but good. y'know.

(don't you just love the way i italicize? haha)

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~delliversagain Jan 30, 2004   General Artist
yeah, I hear you loud and clear. Actually, it's been a recurring thought of mine for about a year. On the way to work this morning, it inspired an idea that I'm meditating more carefully on: an idea for an opera. With my recording studio set up, the idea of composing is a great way for me to express this in music.

Expect an opera from me to be written. I just need to find a person that would be willing to translate my lyrics from english to Italian, and then a musician to transcript the music on to music sheet as I'm too lazy to write music on music sheet as my writing music speed is slower than a snail.

--
"I just want you to be happy
because it´ll make me happy that you´re happy."---DS#2
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`krissie Jan 30, 2004   General Artist
yeah, write an opera! i won't exactly understand it in italian but... well, you can show me the rough draft ;)

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~delliversagain Jan 30, 2004   General Artist
will do, I'll definitely give you the english translation of it when it's completed.

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because it´ll make me happy that you´re happy."---DS#2
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Ode to an Oceanside Girl I often wondered where she'd be
without a cold ocean wind to shiver her blind
shake out every teardrop she hid behind her lashes.

Was it the glass of lager she poured on top of
the manic man's bald head?  Or was it the metal
headed man who defended cows while wearing axes
for nipple rings?

She still jokes today, her seven seas eyes awaiting to be seduced
in one of either beer hall on neither end of any particular street, not-
not far from a parking lot boardwalk where lovers make tomorrow
and where rocks become licked into sand by wave upon wave
of nonchalance physics as seashell delusions flatten into a sheltered oily sand.

She oOde to an Oceanside Girl by ~delliversagain
Bottom of the Hill Before there was light,
and air had little more than blight,
there was a lot of time,

And now with very little,
The twinkles wither
and reflect like broken leather
how in jest we all together
breathe our finite meters
on this gray night
on the eve of blinding day

to you where ever you were that night,
To you today wherever you stand,
wrong or right,
the movement divides across time
like a tapestry of diminishing poetry.Bottom of the Hill by ~delliversagain
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Brushes you from ever standing still

and the crest that looks the other way
taking your glow and turning you to shivers

Delivers you, and takes me from my memories,
leaving me in a station in Kiev in crowds
how I wish I could drown in the shallow creek
of a funneled screeching lack of reality.Take Me by ~delliversagain
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