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Amy Dillon

April 24th, 2015

I know why we are at war

It’s because the wings on our backs are breaking

I know why our backs are soar

It’s because the hell under our feet is shaking

Some know why this ice age melts

It’s because our ancestors are defrosting with festering diseases

Some deal back the cards they are dealt

The king and queen are majesties but the ace and joker are teases

 

Lots of people’s claim to fame is their wealth or their home

Lots of people want to learn to show the world their bullshit by writing a poem

But what happens when bullshit leads to truth and truth leads to knowledge

And knowledge leads to doubt and doubt leads to barely passing college

And barely passing college leads to the job of your dreams

And the job of your dreams slips through the seams

When you find out what the combination of the words “soul searching” really means

And you find a home and you kick back and relax

And you become an alcoholic who thinks heaven are two six packs

And you go into rehab and you come back exorcised

Because before you were possessed by the statue made by Picasso outside your apartment window, the perfect creation of city life exemplified

And you learn to play the piano and when you press down on the keys

That sly vision of ambiguity is all your mind allows you to see

Until you find another job one day were you can see The Bean from outside your office window

And you think to yourself, “Well, to give myself to another, this has to be some type of sin, though.”

And the rain comes and taps itself over the grey of The Bean like your piano keys

Until you decide know that The Bean is the thing that this part of the city is somehow meant to please.

 

 

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