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Random Poem:

sometimes when i hear doors creak
Inuki

i. the question of questions
 1
 
 
when the black-haired senorita
 2
with a red rose in her hair
 3
leaned in against me
 4
at a ninety-nine degree angle
 5
i rubbed my legs briskly
 6
tracing along those coarse hairs
 7
for some sign of sanity
 8
that was not there.
 9
 
 
i stood on the corner
 10
my body wrapped only
 11
in reams of cellophane;
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in one hand, macaroni salad,
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in the other, potato salad.
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thus i composed a treatise
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composed entirely of answers
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to rhetorical questions,
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and six pink daffodils.
 18
 
 
 
 
ii. struggling through the gaping hole
 19
 
 
late into the night
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i stood on desolate side streets
 21
an observer only
 22
of the desperate world,
 23
and watched the shadows
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atop the slogans
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recede into the dark.
 26
 
 
with a heavy sigh in mind
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i contemplated
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the many uses for a sparse form
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and the endless DNA strands
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that participate
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in composing a deciduous leaf.
 32
 
 
i hungered for caution signs,
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learned what makes them tick,
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and how to press all the right buttons
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of an office tower elevator.
 36
 
 
once i fell in love
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with an elevator
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i was firmly rejected -
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it kept telling me to get out.
 40
 
 
 
 
iii. and sometimes it blows up in your face
 41
 
 
when i had been younger
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i sought for things
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for which no man should seek.
 44
playing with paradoxes and people
 45
is as dangerous and volatile
 46
as playing at god.
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(and sometimes,
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with ketchup on my shirt,
 49
i would do that too).
 50
 
 
 
 
iv. the answer remains unspoken
 51
 
 
it was no surprise
 52
when the machines came alive,
 53
but i worry
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sometimes when i hear doors creak.
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