Raj Dronamraju Poems

You won't find Kim on a map but you will find Jennings Lake
Its banks form the outline of a mouth making an expression of disgust or perhaps frustration
It's a violent slash, the water is muddy all year round
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You have no shame
You have no light
You project black light, infrared hostility
It shows us all the people we would rather not be
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I'll bet it is her that re-fills and sorts the trays full of nails and screws and tie-clips
I'll bet it is her that make sure the tools, the hammers and such, are where they are supposed to be
I'll bet she has memorized all the prices and does not need to consult the tags
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She drinks wine from the box, the bottle holds a candle
She is planning to yell at someone but no one is free at the moment
On a dating website, the phone numbers and intimate photos fly at a dizzying pace
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Imagine your heart as an airport
And you compared this to a delayed departure
Or an arrival and the person you are waiting for wasn't on the plane
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Simplicity introduces itself in a robot-voice tone
Doesn't tarry with traditional forms of language
Express joy for a present given, a programmed response, his hands were cold
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He can't be preoccupied
He's always free when anyone needs help moving
He always brings a gift when invited to a housewarming
Remembers every birthday and anniversary with a card and a phone call
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It's not enough to talk and do
But to merge the two
As a tribute to coordination
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In that small amount of time you had left to react
To dance between pirouetting fatal possibilities
The honey baited steel toothed snapper
Tough decisions leave you weary and happy at the same time
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Up in Ventura County, they make a contrast with Orange County
They are not so fanatic and they only breathe on the off ramps
They stay in at night and leave plenty of places for bad duties to be carried out
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