Raj Dronamraju Poems

Back in the city with the merchandise you've found
That's a prison you are not forced to stay in (but stay anyway)

Intermittent paroxysms of pleasure
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I hope they stock up on sandbags
In cases your senses are flooded
With ideas and images of no solid anchoring
Like a colony of bats with sonar running amok
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Masked memes of purgatory
Strident grammar true and thick
Masked fellowship in the woodpile burning
Denizens of blurred attributes are moving out of time from turmoil
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Thank you for not serving
Thank you for not being another cog in the war machine's wheel
Thank you for scraping together the money for college tuition some place else and not taking their blood money
Thank you for not putting on a uniform and ticking off lives
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I am going to doublecheck your figures
I want to know this for myself
I found you in the history of larceny, genealogy study of your family speaks for itself
You seem tight and constant scowls for flinching fancy folks
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The decline in summer employment is substantial
Grasping at straws, they drown in contact information
And spit at familiar strangers, goggle-eyed, in a frenzy of baccalaureate design
And choking on benevolent societal promises
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He proclaimed today was the day of touch
As each hour or the moment you know it's missed
Sitting on the couch, reassurance is touch
Love is reassurance by touch
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Today I made a breakthrough
It was not a warm and cuddly breakthrough
Quite the opposite, I built a wall
This reminds me of a game I played as a child
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David talks only of money
Which is why we feel we don't need to see him
He knows a riddle which is too easily answered
Fading pulse of the hammerhead age
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You're doing this the wrong way, I can't tell the difference
Ineffectual cult of friendship fails to show up
With maximum duplicity and minimal efficiency, the guru of inefficiency miscalculates the truth
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