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Random Poem:

sometimes when i hear doors creak

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

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