Raj Dronamraju Poems

It's very obvious you like me but you won't admit it
No power in the hour that finds us meeting twice unplanned
How vast the network of sweaty pulsating masses
How enclosed and stifling the precision building of association
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They sucked hard upon the midday sun
The train tracks and the stunned shoulder
The pick axe wielded by the unthinking in the service of Molloch
The tattoo and the imprint of work that has to be done
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Announcement of a birth
Slightly above the average weight of eight pounds
Over eight pounds of dense nomenclature, contradictory philosophy, instilled mania
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What you see is what you get
Scrubbed of all deceit is the face of an adult reverted to that of a child
That last time's deceit has not been applied to the time we've known each other
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I am doing this for you
A clarion call, a form of charity, an opportunity you should take
This time I give without expectation of reward is as valuable as any currency
This time will not bend to or entertain your petulance
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Sweet pretender to the throne
For whom each day is a passionate exercise
Pushes silence to extreme angles that are almost noise
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Daylight shreds the overbearing actress
The footsteps stop at an incurious border
Destitute thoroughfare for incomparable numb citizenry
Down the boulevard where the people don't glow
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A lot of time and effort is spent describing blue eyes
When hazel eyes are a lot less obvious but a lot more powerful
Flecks of disturbance pool within like a river made brown and furious by a storm kicking up
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What if I missed the last train to repeaterland?
What if I didn't take any photographs of fatalism's last stand?
What if I didn't bring any offerings when I worshipped at her feet?
 
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And to think I raised hands against Pilar
A system that failed not once, not twice, but multiple times
The truth is evident in the chronicle of the flesh
Told the tale of walking into a doorjam or not wearing a seatbelt
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