Michael Fischer Poems

I.

Newborns are mass-produced;
Smoking stacks cap the sun.
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And action!

God, if you're not as deaf
as you are dumb and blind,
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I never fell in love...
But I fall each mourning,
out of my broken dreams,
inside God's death machine!
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Sailing on the Relation-ship
With no direct destination
Sailing the seas eternally
But the planet's a great circle
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It's my mind versus time;
But time wins every mind.
Twenty four hour days;
Every sale is final!
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Trap doors
Hidden beneath our feet
Have sold us out
To reality
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We can break all the rules;
We travel in a group.
We can be obnoxious
and throw your food at you.
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(The victim, played by me,
is trapped in a coma;
He wants to rest in peace,
but no one can hear him...)
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An excuse
Getting through
Kick around your leeway
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Expectations' leading
to incrimination;
Stepping stones are falling
on shaky foundations!
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