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Charles Serio ©2011 all rights reserved.
Poetry
We always get it wrong
We think we understand
A single picture comes to light
Then contradiction.
All the tourists
Two weeks free
Feed the pigeons
Religiously.
It's Saturday night
Your special time
You allow yourself a beverage
You stammer at the passersby.
It's better in the morning
After your bath
Then you're in a hurry
Then you want to go.
Maybe you're slow
You're hard to wake up
You save up all your anecdotes
Once you've had your coffee cup.
If you ask me
I'd tell him so
I'd tell her also
They need to know.
If you race, slow down
Too slow, hurry up
Look at what you can't do
Then refuse to cooperate.
Everyone's eyes
Strained and sore
Looking at nothing
Anymore.
I don't believe in conspiracy
Everything is so transparent
You were behind it all along
I'm always the last to know.
The flowers are pink
Variety pink
What the hell you call that one?
It's pink as a pussy.
If I were Irish
I could tell you
I'd have the language
I'd care a lot more.
It appears and disappears
Blink there went the light
There dies a battery
There goes a memory.
It's the sound of the vowels
It's the idea
It's the unexpected
Stephen King ending.
So you're going to conquer the world?
Then it makes no difference if you repent
May as well as not do
Maybe we'll understand.
It's not sophisticated enough
She lacks our point of view
It's a shame she's so persistent
Why won't she go away?
I've got some disgusting habits
I wear a part on the side
I always use the same tea cup
Now I'm clean.
If no one read this
Would it be the fallen tree?
No one was there?
The maggots have heard.
If they hadn't discovered
The Rosetta Stone
Ancient Egypt in the sand
Buried for the Promised Land.
We think we understand
A single picture comes to light
Then contradiction.
All the tourists
Two weeks free
Feed the pigeons
Religiously.
It's Saturday night
Your special time
You allow yourself a beverage
You stammer at the passersby.
It's better in the morning
After your bath
Then you're in a hurry
Then you want to go.
Maybe you're slow
You're hard to wake up
You save up all your anecdotes
Once you've had your coffee cup.
If you ask me
I'd tell him so
I'd tell her also
They need to know.
If you race, slow down
Too slow, hurry up
Look at what you can't do
Then refuse to cooperate.
Everyone's eyes
Strained and sore
Looking at nothing
Anymore.
I don't believe in conspiracy
Everything is so transparent
You were behind it all along
I'm always the last to know.
The flowers are pink
Variety pink
What the hell you call that one?
It's pink as a pussy.
If I were Irish
I could tell you
I'd have the language
I'd care a lot more.
It appears and disappears
Blink there went the light
There dies a battery
There goes a memory.
It's the sound of the vowels
It's the idea
It's the unexpected
Stephen King ending.
So you're going to conquer the world?
Then it makes no difference if you repent
May as well as not do
Maybe we'll understand.
It's not sophisticated enough
She lacks our point of view
It's a shame she's so persistent
Why won't she go away?
I've got some disgusting habits
I wear a part on the side
I always use the same tea cup
Now I'm clean.
If no one read this
Would it be the fallen tree?
No one was there?
The maggots have heard.
If they hadn't discovered
The Rosetta Stone
Ancient Egypt in the sand
Buried for the Promised Land.
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