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February 10, 2008
7 haiku 39
And what a lovely
vanguard marches against us,
playing reindeer games.
As if their kinships
vindicate neglect for our
participation.
Art, for them, swiftly
vanished, replaced by money,
popularity...
All strangers are not
verbs to them any longer.
Praise is bootlicking.
Artificial hearts,
voracious appetites and
plastic forgeries.
Actual people
voicing real questions became
pandering to them.
And I still have you,
very real and of mind to
punch them all with me.
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