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March 22, 2006
inside the invisible room
monkeys slobber gibberish
behind their adult masks
they can dot their I's
and cross their T's
but the strands they sew
from the common room
read like the want ads
or like gold font on recycled ribbons
worn by those to whom
such things matter
sometimes you must scratch
beaneath the surface
below the usual nickel plating
to gather an understanding
of a collage of images
not everything need be
bold faced and elementary
except perhaps for those
who can create nothing more
and therefore cannot accept
anything else
the opinions of ghosts on the internet
who hide behind monitors
and spew banality
about things they dont understand
while clapping one another on the back
for accomplishments that dont exist
except for in the hope chests of their minds
are a great way to prepare myself
for my return to a country
that is overpopulated
with such stunted growth
a people who trample
what they do not recognize
and write off
what they do not have the imagination
to comprehend
Posted by Drexler at March 22, 2006 02:22 PM