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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Eric Jaimes
The Eleven
The robotic droning
Of a voice box
Double A powered, I guessed
Made me look over.
Even death
Is quicker than a New York City bus at rush hour.
In between the fits of hyperventilating,
The frail old woman carried on
Distracting me from my empty curses
And red light picture frame
(Homeless woman without an angle
in her face piling spoonfuls
of Chinese food
into her drain pipe mouth
from a styrofoam box).
Packed snugly between friends
The Cyborg insisted
With monotone determination
On proving her power of speech
To the slow rolling world,
Tin can syllables
Fell like pills on grey blue aluminum,
Indiscernible utterances to punctuate
Our valium drip up 10th Avenue.
"Oh, we've known each other for a thousand years,"
Her friend answered brightly
I looked over again in time for the reply
Nodding, the old woman pressed the thing hard agasint her throat
and shut her eyes tightly.
A screen flickered somewhere,
Petticoats and summer lawns
Paper bells and angel cake
She nodded slowly in her green coat
As the thought rose into a tight lipped smile
At last, like language.
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