21st centuryA Poem by eglantine
It's the age of fast food
and protected sex. We wear the skin of young stars and flaunt our mundane lives as if they were universes, thinking someone, God perhaps, actually cared what class got canceled or how drunk we were last night. We've lobotomized ourselves like lobsters--eyes-first into boiling water, our flesh tender and craving acceptance. We follow needles, whether in a clock or syringe, because something (faith, work, drugs) has to fuel our mannequins. We carve into ourselves searching for the one gear that will turn the world in our favor. But blood is red, space is black and stars are silver surgical tools. © 2012 eglantineAuthor's Note
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32 Reviews Added on October 24, 2012 Last Updated on October 25, 2012 AuthoreglantineSomewhere SomeplaceAboutI graduated with my B.A. in English (emphasis creative writing) My ultimate goal is to be the U.S. Poet Laureate and to be a college professor of poetry. I'm a wildflower with a poetic soul. I'm als.. more..Writing
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