Version3point0431

Version3point0431

A Poem by eli mercuree rue

To the lazy f***s of Reasontown,

Version3pointoh4threewon

 

I’m zooming in on this time

And place to capitulate

Everything that was pushed a little

To far right brain side.

 

So the story of the red ball goes

Really differently than the one about the blue

But that really has nothing to do with

Your side of town so I digress.

 

About those chains of deceit,

I kind of want them back. You see,

The baby that was found at the bottom

Of the river really was a baby. And the

6ix inch breathing tube stuck

In the side of her neck really

Was a breathing tube. And the blood

Trapped inside of it really was blood.

And her murder really was done by me.

Not that her and the baby were one but

It was worth telling because that

Is where this thing? is actually going.

 

I thought my plans would

Be a little more than diverted

Once I submitted them on paper

but they weren’t. I’m pretty sure

they were washed away.

But that’s ok. My deed was already

done before I placed my order.

 

Stuck between two crevices, it was hard to find.

 

Every line is random

just like every regurgitation

of intake, except none of it is a mistake

because then it would be perfect and I am not

perfect because I am what was, is, and will be.

 

 

© 2008 eli mercuree rue


Author's Note

eli mercuree rue
umumumum


well
if it's confusing

read j. donne's

meditation 17

although this isn't about religion
it still
follows the basic
thought
of connection


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am back
'cos i keep to my word
but the net is too slow
to whip out the j. donne again
and maybe i need the context
but it's still great

you got a few other oldies to post?
read a lotta crap lately
need some L E

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

you
are
one
of
god's translators

i dig it

you
are
the
dead
baby in a river

and the old man coughing up cancer
and the beaten kid with no answer
and the butterfly who died with a shiver

and it hurts
some days
and some days
we laugh
but generally end up crying
so it hurts all over again

and again
and again

because the world is fucked
and we are fucked
because we are the world

the red ball
and the blue ball
i'm f*****g irish/scottish/english
whatever
but your election is all over our news
and it's taking over my brain
so i saw this as representing two parties
because they have colours over here
maybe not over here

other than that
i don't understand it
and i'm wrong
so...

i don't understand it

or anything

hell
maybe you stole my godliness
'cause i never felt more wretchedly human
except for yesterday
and last week
and
well
you get the joke
f**k it

i think i'm missing a lot here
but i get at least one of the points
i f*****g hope
about taking on the misery of those around us
because we're all the same
when you get right down to it
a
n
d

boo.gie

i'll most likely be back
'cause i'm a wanderer
tryna shake off
a weird mood
called my personality

apparently

outtie
yo

[it's good
and i like it
it's just too good for me
is all]

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 19, 2008
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eli mercuree rue
eli mercuree rue

Durham, NC



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