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EmpiresSo you tell me about science
and throw numbers and facts at me
and I forget my poetry
Makes me think you're so cold
fingers touching frosted iron railings
just calculating, numerating, educating
and I think
man you are killing my soul:
making glass windows for my sparrow mind to crash against
you go where I can't, see what I can't
because I just
But then you say to me,
girl this math is poetry: Moves at its own beat
irrational, fractional, fictional
brings us up and then down
It doesn't have soul it /is/ soul.
So we slam it together,
build and destroy
this empire is ours
not for the taking
this world be for making.
cascades and crashes
silent and soundless
dips under and over.
Welcome to the Vanishing Mountains, Hope You Have a Nice Stay!
Now a still frame photograph, it's a:
tumbling down, exploding, boiling, rumbling.
Smooth thick, creamy, butter,
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
And it's only us
caught in the belly of a beast.
So they say:
H, 2, O, Hydrogen, and, Oxygen
Numbers and letters.
Ha ha ha!
Oh, to be a fish in the sea,
Or a bird in the sky
and never know
RoommatesI thought I knew you
knew you as
whiny bitch don't stop complaining
And then you came in with
Abercrombie and Fitch friends
and you offer me
all natural home made not-out-of-a-box oatmeal cookies that your mom cooked
Oh My God.
It's not racism,
it's stereotyping at its best:
To look and know,
like some punk ass fortune teller
who tells you your future
for a quick buck and a laugh,
Even if it's wrong.
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