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Dead Like New
By metaphormachine
Here dead die like new
life is old
perish like driftwood
on the big waterfall
rush or caught
on the shore.
Past we
future was
the spice of the roast
Sundays with grandma.
At signs rules the world
or just spider monkeys
smooth
post dream-like
posttraumatic
give me the salt
in the primordial soup.
A piece of cake
garnished
All my sons
daughters, I prefer
the look on
a piece of road
street pizza
by the Chinese on the corner.
What do you taste so good?
White or the black pepper?
Mysterious meat sauce
pieces of
these seasoned
bland
(fate).
Noble
Is there today maybe tomorrow?
for all your
favourite food
Dead like new.
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Copyright 2013 metaphormachine
Published on Friday, April 5, 2013.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Poem 49 - Book 11 of 15 - At the Times When I Woke Up & Myself Like the Lemmings Should Behave – 4. Body Tremors -Comments on "Dead Like New"
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On Monday, April 8, 2013, Stephanie Sideways
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wrote:
Revisiting, and seeing things you had forgotten about through new eyes, a fresh perspective . Can't appreciate it til It's been and gone . Contradiction of terms 'death! and 'new' Parts of us have to die before we can continue to live sometimes.....but we use it to shape us. . I wish I could get inside your mind more.... Great pic.... Handsome ;-)
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