Poverty – Page 2 – Anne's mediocre poetry

The tired American

I rephrase broken sentences, sentences gluing time – from once we came our sisters’ cry was heard and then benign that tumor born was cast aside. These days incumbent overlord – returns with smile – beguiles. The facade that ceased to trick while infusing bloody venom – it streams downward mighty thinking – Germinal revised.Continue reading “The tired American”

The rules of life

‘When a rich man chases after dames he’s a man about town, he’s a man about town. When a poor man chases after dames he’s a bounder he’s a rounder he’s a rotter and a lot of dirty names.’ – ‘When the idle poor become the idle rich’ [song from Finnegan’s Rainbow] They depend uponContinue reading “The rules of life”

hired hand

the sweat of this peon’s brow is cleaner than the high collar of your pomp though you stomp with your foot the ants beneath you squish them dying though you crush with your fist the merest spider ideas will germinate from the smallest of worms haunt you with ultimate truth 4/21/1981

The Unspectacular Human

In this age of dissonance Billy’s life lies undefined- the body obscured by fear with greed that sucks the edges into an obscurity of lines that move from side to side. To remove the milk which makes him live Seems to be the intent. Greed deems he is unworthy of it. Slash the protein whichContinue reading “The Unspectacular Human”