Power LinesA Chapter by Kenneth The Poet
The power lines bow
low, being the borderline between the cultures. Blue lights flash to warn low-flying aircraft of the power just above. In the hours just before dawn, the UFO's might try to land there. In the middle of a wide waterway, the ship would just short-circuit. The Berlin Wall on the prairie, but the eagle is the oppressor. But its a river, a wet cannonball acts as the dividing line. In these modern times, Peyton Place is located anywhere on Earth. The sheer volume proves this place as the rule among all the exceptions. The history of subjugation still lingers today directly, and indirectly. Drug use, stereotypes and slack mentality. Slack mentality is just slave mentality, a two letter change. The porous border allows access to ones who love Choctaw Bingo, Except that this place is over a thousand miles directly northward. And this place siphons off millions from either race so the state persists. The fiefdom along the Mighty Missouri and a wet cannonball. And of the power lines, the electric fence that is elevated. The porous border allows movement but that is only symbolic. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 16, 2011 Last Updated on September 13, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth 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..Writing
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