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FAREWELL, SWEET DREAM
No matter what I tell myself to do,
With arguments fine-tuned to best persuade,
I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.
I’m always premature or overdue;
The time is never right for a crusade,
No matter what I tell myself to do.
The stage is set but the actors are too few,
And though the lights go up and the band is played,
I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.
My practiced speech is ready for debut,
And yet I wait immobile and afraid,
No matter what I tell myself to do.
Conceiving and believing? Yes I do!
And even when I trash the masquerade,
I still can’t seem to drop the other shoe.
And now, relieved, I bid my dream adieu.
The truth I’ve known, my heart’s at last conveyed:
No matter what I tell myself to do,
I still won’t ever drop the other shoe.
~ D. Edgar Lamp (Villanelle)
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The only thing I’m good for now
is to be crumpled up,
broken down
and made a part of something great,
that’s all the rage,
like Furby.
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You were my top of the line,
my brand spanking new.
But the novelty wore off quickly,
and I had to upgrade
sooner than I had expected.
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Obsolete
From beyond the fences,
the loyalties and the legalities,
I had raised my voice,
to erase the quintessential.
The breath closed up.
The blankness had it all,
in times when faith had become obsolete.
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