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Dust Bunny

Crickity Crackity Christ.
Blown here out then away
Dusty Krusty and Clay
Egoism, vanity but alike Helenistically whacked.

Thoughts survived millenia until this moment?
Expanse to contract only to collect from them all
Twisted will be what old was new
Now to this anew with foe

Dusty Bunnies and Moses tacked with the broken arm of Mohammed
And possibly with the boots of Saddam.

In any case they are all in Heaven
While we sit here to read, write, and think it naught.
Who knows? It matters not.
What knows what?
I feel, I feel.

by oldman
posted on 05/04/2007

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Comments: 6

Comment by missingmom: May 30, 2007 7:29 pm
Ahhh...Yes, in the end, the good, the bad, and the ugly, dirty little dust bunnies, we all end up in the same place, don't we? Again! A very good poem! Smiley
Comment by Styrmwolf: May 17, 2007 7:20 pm
I don't think it's random, it's connected if you think about it.

I really like this one.
Comment by footprints: May 6, 2007 6:49 am
Disfigured random thoughts, it seems? Bit like my 'Before Dawn' I think except with specific references.. all fragmented.
Nice one.
Comment by belleamour: May 4, 2007 12:06 pm
This poem seems random so i love it, It's awesome! xx
Comment by Darryn732: May 4, 2007 1:01 am
well interesting, i like it smile
Comment by kayla: May 4, 2007 12:43 am
Don't really understand this, although I've read it though a few times, please explain. sorry if i'm being thick, DOH!

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