A lot of bunk

A lot of bunk

A Poem by Laura Lynn

GARAGE
Music countless bands jammed to in the Garage.  Not every house has them.
Unless it is false that we have enough time, there is no need to rush today.
Sometimes you will need to race against greed and poverty and sometimes you
Ask for too many charities. We have enough to eat today. What we are eating we
Crumble all these bready snacks, but we survive with this humble calorie.


GARB
Bilious folds, the colors make her look green about the gills, for I am a
Gargantuan fish when I do not wish for it.  You think you’ve got to
Accept these offhand gifts?  Don’t accept it today as you never will.  We
Don’t imagine anyone is anyone in this unfamiliar universe where friends are
Islands unto themselves.  If he wouldn’t do it, would you?  I would sleep on
Mountaintops, Completing a pilgrimage, not of any faith or place and time.


TO GARB
“Like me,I have all the time in the world to be persuasive,” some would say.
Elizabeth does not have to wait around all day to figure out what is best.
Harold tells her and knows just waiting makes her idle.  There is a secret to
All, we reason.  Perfection does not have to rule our concept of precision.
Lilting, the ambient meter, shows no regard for a film full of punching. The
Bloody violence is overdone like buffoonery, perhaps like all narrative art.
I did not pay too much attention.  There is a level of attention, but to not
Succumb to a feeling of utter defeat, to reason with our emotions, to prove
However imperfectly to ourselves that we can get somewhere to some great mark.

© 2014 Laura Lynn


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Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA



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