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Posted to Action Poetry

Memories like ashes
Spread too thin amongst the brown dirt
Of a sad round earth
Aging ,guilty

Clouds are silhouettes
lazily floating mirage of faces
real and unreal
long ago

Calloused Hands wrapped
around watery french vanilla
in a paper cup

Tired conversation
beat frames hunched over smoking
melancholy cigarettes

Wistful child fancy
imaginations and pretending
could not prepare
for this

capitalized industrial purgatories
beaten consumed
by consumers