The believers. The knowers. The thinkers, the drinkers, the stupors and stumblers. The nearsighted, farsighted, the foresighted, and those shot on sight.
The carnivores. The omnivores. The steam-powered, the diesel-powered, the gas-guzzling guys and gals. The fusion-powered patriots. The stardrinkers on high.
The stars and celebrities. The gods and titans. The abominations and ethereal beauties. Lockstep lovelies and things so hideous reality renders them invisible: a protest in your closet after the lights go out.
The light. The dark. The unknown and the scientific method. Anthropomorphism anthropomorphized into an old wizard who understands you. He brings a glass of water, which is sentient, but willing to martyr itself to the cause.
The nightstand. The bed. The bent elbow resting on a middle school desk. The long, lonely commute. The repetitive day out and the slow night in. The flickering instances on a date when threads of conversation wither, not yet deceased. These are the battlegrounds of the 99%.
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"The bent elbow resting on a middle school desk. The long, lonely commute. The repetitive day out and the slow night in. The flickering instances on a date when threads of conversation wither, not yet deceased. These are the battlegrounds of the 99%."
ReplyDeleteThis struck a chord with me. Nice work, John.
This was poetic. I think I'm going to have to print this one.
ReplyDeleteVery, very good work here. Beautiful and thoughtful.
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I had to read it twice to be sure I understood it. As always, you amaze me. Your understanding of the human condition and the ability to put it into words for the masses is gifted.
ReplyDeleteI gave you a blog award today. Its a silly thing, but stop by and pick it up if you get a chance.
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Wow. This is pretty poetic. (I can see this as a song. Maybe you should try your hand at writing lyrics.)
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