The ResolutionA Poem by Allen MastersonAn inverted season and another impromptu alibi for why I haven't quieted the mind to escape the hive Drudgery on a production line to fertalize neurosis Looks and laughs shared by inmates in cages made of skin and clocks Another number assigned to identify a corporate relation to the system, a prole role as an extra in a comedy for the gods A resolution is conjured arbitrarily for the annual let down of tradition This time it will be different. This time it will be. © 2011 Allen Masterson |
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