Hollow Men WobblingA Poem by EudaimoniacI've been thinking about the impact of an illusive society on the every-day workings of the ordinary human mind, and this is all I can come up with for now:I’ve heard it told: we dream only the face or farce of those already sketched in red; On this day alone, starlets shine harsh upon us, sitting tight as serfdom queens As we reap cheap flexing capital, vendors on the scene serve gourmet corn chips. We sip on rusty soda cans, and watch on as a lame man struggles with his I’m thinking in two places, my mouth utters hollow worlds my eyes wobble fixed to pre-mixed screens. © 2012 Eudaimoniac |
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Added on November 6, 2012 Last Updated on November 6, 2012 Tags: Society, Captialism, Dream, Hierarchy AuthorEudaimoniacSydney, NSW, AustraliaAboutLike lightning in the womb. New to fiction, long time time admirer of language. I'd say I'm probably more content-driven rather than form, but I hope to learn about, and improve in, both aspects. I.. more..Writing
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