And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Friday, August 17, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
Gilded Age
How long should we presume this gilded age
Staring at the wall.
Ever longing…
Sometimes hoping
always longing
Wait now pause --
Silence fills the emptey streetes.
Where lovers met now mother weeps
still crowded silence falls
plastic magic with a switch
how much would you pay for that
what would you give for that
How long should we presume this gilded age?
I just thought of this idea for a poem and quickly came up with this. Consider it a work in progress
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