Raj Dronamraju Poems

She sang at the post office
"My grandfather touched me inappropriately"
Resist going berserk to don a mask of studied apathy
Perish boredom, perish religion, perish blue jean mini-skirts
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Voices raised in the street outside my house
An argument, more than an argument
The four letter words are pulled from their holster
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She ad hoc'ed me
She tick tocked me
Her hair smelled like smoke
And she liked to be kissed on the small of her back
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I like coming home to a dark, empty house
Feel reassured and embraced by a quiet uninhabited space
Feel uneasy when greeted boisterously by the strangers love is professed for
The strangers we've ended up accompanying and/or being accompanied by
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And a heart fills with joy at the thought of rest
I've got one goal and that goal is to do nothing
Big cartwheels in dreams make me tired before I wake
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A distant person barely remembered died and was dragged the length of yearning
Spun stars running out, flickering, gives the creeps to earnest clerks
Who unfailingly count on a supply of tomorrows
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Darling, why are you so ordinary?
She mounts gloom in impossible cat-like repose
Toothless and remotely activated, decentralized from imagination
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The greatest thing in life is not finding a girl
But finding a kindred spirit
Who mocks the same insights in the same environment as you
Who never knows the inarticulate pressure of worn-out friendship
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I was a conspiracy someone offered back in the 1990's
20 years later, not a tear had been shed nor a detail changed
Information now accepted as the sun accepts facts and
The Earth could have edges where we blithely fall off
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I can hear the neighbors watering their lawn at 6: 30 in the morning and I am already up

I can hear the neighbors fighting in the evening, the sound of dishes colliding, discord is a familiar lullaby
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