Cosmopolis

Cosmopolis

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

a box four degrees high
by seven degrees wide,
twenty-eight square degrees
of plains, mountains, rivers,
rock formations, sand dunes,
and gold both yellow and green

and the minutemen employed by
Brownback, Ricketts and Mead
are stopping the green gold
on the other sides of the
latitudes and longitudes

exporting the independence
of a wild card will not be
tolerated by rectangles
defined by the offspring of
The Traditional Values Coalition

and the outsider from a
trapezoid further north
sees that his quadrilateral
called home is a
cultural wasteland,
a place where vanilla,
mayonnaise and eggshell
are the accepted cultural norms

no public hand-holding by gay folks,
no head shops every few blocks,
no independent booksellers that
openly advertise Chomsky, Zizek
and Marxist subsequents,
no main street that a diverse
cast of denizens calls home

in short, many states in
between the ninety-fifth
and one-hundred tenth
meridians and between
the parallels of thirty-six
and forty-nine don't carry
cities that boast the
cosmopolis label

and the ones who willingly
choose to live in the safe
places are really missing out

a trip outside the box
of normalcy rarely ever hurts,
no matter the boundaries of
latitude and longitude
you call home

take a drink from 
that cosmopolitan
called the cosmopolis,
you'll be glad you did

© 2015 Kenneth The Poet


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you will never know life unless you experience it,in color and out loud

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I am visiting a big city for the first time, and I've visited a number of big cities in my life. I t.. read more
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it was my pleasure

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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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