Raj Dronamraju Poems

As I live and breathe
In field and factory
And other places where thought is not required
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Don't get upset but there's an alternate tableaux
I am on the verge of remembering another life, mostly similar but with a few important differences
Falling in and out of consciousness and into a place where I almost liked her
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I hope that Marjorie trusts me more than she trusts time
And does not listen to the words of deceit whispered by absence

And that passion full forward in bubbling beakers and steamtrap sensuality
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Martyrs in the tool shed and martyrs in the basement
Martyrs in the kitchen and martyrs on the front porch
Martyrs for people they actually know
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In the time it takes to blink an eye
The naked ape puts up spectacle as protest
You know who I am, I am weaponized identity and unadorned trademark freedom
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Billions will flock to billion dollar churches
Erected in the shape of the newest cell phone models
The priest texts the whole sermon
Posts it as a link on Twitter, hashtags for chapter and verse
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Smoking in the men's bathroom toilet stalls without fear of reprisal
Rehearsing to be men, their banter are insults, insecurity, pop culture references

While at home, she is proud of her Tupperware
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We'd meet on Sunday afternoons in a hotel near my office
After what we'd accomplished then we'd order a pizza
We'd adjust the tempo and settle on rules
They'll always offer up truths without much prodding
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Can that be the love that is discarded
Manufactured and sold as product
As creamy as nougat, as crispy as chips, as crunchy as popcorn
To fill up your tank with the cheapest fuel possible
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I woke up from a ferris wheel dream
Rotating slowly as if being cooked on a spit
The lights of the city obscuring your face
I don't know who my subconscious has placed me with
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