Raj Dronamraju Poems

Just like a drug dealer dipping into their own product
And losing perspective and losing their way
You binge drink on your own self-importance which you mistake for suffering
Giving undeserved praise to undistinguished grays
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The boulevard is crowded with the first sweat of the morning
And the monkey itch of not enough coffee
Racing stripe denials catch disembodied words unaware
Loud enough that rolled up windows in traffic waiting for the light to change can't keep them out
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When I said I liked you, I meant it as deep as I could go
Where not one layer of anything else could find room
When you said the opposite back, it was delayed destruction
A crack in a crystal palace becomes thunderous breakage
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She keyed your car
Because rage was the only way she knew to express the end of you and time
And as she smashes your car door handle, flashing back to closest moments of intimacy, a smile is flung out out during this violence
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The dinner guests go still as they wait for the big reveal
A prediction of direction and how this all collapses
But it never comes and everyone soon goes back to their meal
Eating and drinking and stuffing themselves with apathy
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It's not a good feeling to give in and take it
Give up on all fight and ambition for control and escape
It's easier to be pushed than knock elbows with a shoving crowd headed in the other direction
It's easier for the self to be preserved through acquiescence
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America's streets are full of the mentally ill
And its buildings are full of the cruel
America's houses are full of racehorses with blinders fastened on
Don't look left, don't look right, just look straight ahead
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Incident on the balance beam
Chalk dust flying, feet and hands whirring like hummingbirds
Confrontation on the uneven bars
Someone will end up broken in several places
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He could have been big, he remained small instead
An indifferent colossus makes choices that affect many
And the generations toil without question under a veil of self-delusion
They don't seem to care that they don't have long to wait
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Not like one who swallows the scene or otherwise makes a complete takeover - a general and his army
More like a sponge soaking up everything, slow assimilation, a passive invasion that comes on so slowly no one fights back
They welcomed you and they committed sabotage against you
There's no way you are getting out of here
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