Lobotomy Via America

Lobotomy Via America

A Poem by Cope Hayden
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Why should i describe a poem? The poem is discription enough in itself.

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Format your source.

Bring the appropriate forms.

Fill out the reds and dot the greens.

Barter yourself for inadequate dreams.

 

The old man rises accross the line in the cloud,

and small children gaze towards light's start'

with muddy noses and insecure poses

we leave the night's dark,

 

"Wait!  Look here!" he exclaims.

"What dreams, what dreams..." and then he smokes.

And he sips oh so lightly upon the lip of his cup

as he suveys the last of the resturaunt's sup.

 

And here again sits your writer

Articulating his fingers

When from the seams of our life here

comes a reality that is not.

© 2008 Cope Hayden


Author's Note

Cope Hayden
I dont care.

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What's a deam?

It is a cancer upon us all. Apathy.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Added on September 11, 2008
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Cope Hayden
Cope Hayden

Ehrhardt, SC



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Not much to speak of here. I am 23 years old, can't catch a break with my fiction. I prefer to write fiction about the lowcountry area of South Carolina. I also write science fiction and sci-fantas.. more..