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Poem Number 7515
wordville
Commentary:
A messy tangle of life
found themselves
stranded on a deserted highway.
Standing there thinking,
the participant finds vacancy everywhere.
"Isn't this the right road?
the one to wordville?
the place where dreams appear
with just a wave of a pencil?"
Wordville.
The sign is half covered
like some drunken sod
still lost in oblivion
the morning after a three day dive
into the anistetic depths
that is aviable in cans.
12, 20 and 40 0z.
Wordville.
The goal for a person who's life
lay in wreched ruins
from having too much life
every single day of their lives.
Wordville.
That intoxicant that holds the human race
binds it
violates it until the intent no longer exists
in orignal form that is.
It's a magnetic place
one that holds you
but no one ever told you
it isn't the only place
that the map holds
they just told you
if you wanna be heard
you gotta go to
wordville.
The particpant stumbles
half-baked ideas
stare at them
making rude noises to denote
their dissatisfaction
at their present condition.
Guilt perches on naked trees
stripped bare
by toxic notions
that died on this road
to wordville.
"Parched to the soul
that's what I am,"
shouts the participant
slowly becomming something else
much to their chargin,
"I am so dry for want of waterwords.
And the best waterwords
are found only in
wordville.
I've been told so
and believe it to be so."
An explaination for the benefit
of his hearing
so that fear
discouragement
doubt
will not stop this journey
now way beyond the point
of returning.
wordville.
The place where anything is said
any time
anywhere
and place.
Kind of like a bar fight
that's just waiting to break out!
wordville.
your pain away from home.
Come and see the circus side show
at wordville.
the human race lives in this small town.
But no one told them that.
The sign sighs
as the participant sits down.
pavement fodder.
A familiar wind comes to dance.
paticipating participant
now black as the road
consumed
without concent
by the ever reaching hands
that live in the shadows
in
wordville.
Fade to Black.
------
wendy
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