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None Listens

The alligators shovel until the terrible breeze
lifts the golden coasters off the table that is stretching
around our necks like a dangerous neighborhood
which howls with the cacophony of the drive-by oceans
with bullets made of diamonds and ice.

We all talk and none listens as the bridge falls
and breaks my leg into thousands of pieces,
but we end on time and there is sweet chocolate
in the break room with saggy palm trees
and silly antique phones that plead
for a sense of community.

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  1. #1 by heather grace stewart on February 26, 2011 - 12:13 pm

    What a deep lyrical comment on our society.
    “We all talk and none listens as the bridge falls
    and breaks my leg into thousands of pieces,”

    We all talk, and none listens. I feel that, I so feel that.
    Thanks for listening to me and my poetry Carl.

    H

    • #2 by Carl on February 26, 2011 - 8:37 pm

      Heather, Thank you for reading and thank you for the kind comment. You know I love your work!

  2. #3 by liv2write2day on February 26, 2011 - 12:21 pm

    This hurled me into the middle of a storm…ice or hurricane or the destruction of a way of life. Very powerful metaphorical tirade, Carl.

    • #4 by Carl on February 26, 2011 - 8:39 pm

      Thank you so much, Victoria. You are very kind, and it means a great deal!

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