Raj Dronamraju

I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss
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The hand of friendship was offered
The hand of friendship was slapped away
The trajectory of the spurned
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We are the goldfish in the bowl
We are known as Mr. and Mrs. Goldfish
I don't mind this transparency, a benign surveillance
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Have you ever heard Saturday morning radio?
Is the radio programming different on Saturday morning compared to weekdays?

She dreads small talk and making his lunch
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Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
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If obnoxiousness is art consider this your exhibition gallery
Different stages of difficult behavior hang on the walls
"Don't touch" but some illiterate fool usually ends up doing just that
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She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's
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First they bathed him taking turns with the soaping up and scrubbing down
Dressed him in a powered wig and monogrammed robe
Allowing him to live like a king for the evening
The only unking-like aspect of the experience was his nightly sleep disturbances
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The universe responds to certainty
To those who seem to know what they are doing and display no fear
People will follow those who act like they know what they are talking about
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Classic literature about the man who rescued his wife from Hell
He rescued his wife from the clutches of the devil
And when it is our turn to fall (When not if)
We go together, holding one another, spinning in tandem in mid-air like a top
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She was passionately alone
She was dispassionately passionate
She shook hands with the first two fingers only
And reserved kisses for close family and heads of state (cheek only)
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He met and I will meet with the least opposition
He misunderstood the meaning of consent and always crossed his legs in the presence of females
Surprise! His hold on conformist souls was sticky, rubbery
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When you are naked in this house
You actually bless this house
The bond that forms or already exists between two people decorates the rooms
And greets any stranger at the front door with radiance
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Mercifully, interruption euthanized the shallow host
Couples went out into the night coughing and staggering as if escaping a burning building
No one stayed behind to make arrangement or fake amenities with the shallow host
He was frozen in a goodbye wave and his smile was one of shock and accident
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Everyone I know is moving house
Constantly, regardless of status, of employment of family
They have a rootless gene which America has passed on to them
This heredity comes courtesy of a big country
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What kind of goat am I?
Who hits his head against the wall
And eats tin cans
And chases people with territorial claims
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First, I was not happy Keith Roman was invited to my party
Second, I was not happy we were late going to the restaurant
Third, I was not happy we were pulled over by a cop for a minor traffic offense while on the way
And again, I was not happy they invited Keith Roman to the party they threw for me
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Your friend's sister with her jumping bean eyes
I can't forget how she reacted during argument, during confrontation, when asked to do something she didn't want to do
She grabbed the hand or arm of a scolding sister and she bit down hard
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I met a boy who lived in a bus terminal
He didn't have parents, they let him sleep in a corner near the restrooms
His sole possession was a blue rubber ball that he bounced to have something to do
He was nine or ten years old
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Angry fellow, looking for fault
Erratic sleeper turning fitfully, balled fists in dreams of violent complaint
Out of sorts and in love in difficult times
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