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3/25/2005

 
Juxtaposition

from 12/26/2004

rhyming is a lie poets tell themselves
like when people say situations may resolve naturally given time
like protestors protesting war
claiming the world could turn without occassional friction
or like warriors who think war can save us
like when parents tell their children all is well
in a hunky dory bedtime story
i didn't mean to rhyme but i did
and sense it happened so naturally i enjoyed it
ick
i did it again
like a good poet i'll throw up
because we can't just fall for the smooth rhyme
that would be too easy
love has to be more difficult than that
expression requires congress to act
on that note i think i'll shoot myself
time doesn't heal and we all can't get along
we'll always be offkey
and out-of-sync when we try to join in song
further proof that i know what i'm talking about
on paper it's much easier i confess
than where the rubber meets the potholed road
nonetheless if poetry were chemistry
it would not be easy
and we'd blow stuff up
we'd become crumbs
to be swallowed by the birds
that is if poetry were for the mechanics of words
but it's not
somewhere in the blood veins of people's minds
has been injected the longing to find the perfect rhyme
we'll search so desperately for it
the anticipations builds but still
that's no reason to lie