kendall thomas Poems

Diablo’s hot Studebaker
roared down the road.
Birds rankled in the
Peachtree.
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When god created the universe
he held it together with screws.

Over time some of the screws
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I once believed in destiny and things like that,
but death is the end of all endeavors
and always has the last laugh.
There will be no trumpets
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This is where the weeds grow.
The middles slope in
where no path comes.
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The stream glimmers
with the gold of the sun,
the blue of the sky,
the wing of the blackbird
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my guitar is silent
my fingers no longer work
those days have slipped away
all the hours that I played
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You never cease to believe, do you?
You believe what your leaders tell you, don't you?
Leaders tell you what they will do.
Hitler told you what they will do.
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They have always been with us:
These who want to rule the world.
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Why do they censor you?
What do they fear?

Could it be that censors hate freedom
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Evita, we always want
to believe, it seems, that
sympathetic tongues
from marble palaces care
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