Thursday, February 5, 2009

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Senseless Love




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  1. To a Gemini born,
    I, a Capricorn on your side.
    A twin disguised . . .
    As Romeo,
    And what I play, day to day,
    Is Russian Roulette.
    The gat of my game bears your name.
    And this adaptation
    To midwesternization,
    Lies in the heart of my Juliet.
    I squeeze it in my hand
    Wondering . . .
    Was this the plan?
    Is this the intention of divine intervention?
    Or merely a biological question
    Of melanin.
    The direct result of evolution and migration.
    Natural not is immunization and segregation.
    All ended by globalization,
    Which means I will eventually find
    All beings to be of a hybrid kind.
    My progeny will be
    Reflecting eyes of dark brown and green.
    But these pigments
    Are figments
    Of my imagination.
    This creation
    Is society’s condemnation.
    I cry through Juliet’s eyes,
    Why can’t the heart of the world be bigger?
    Cock the hammer, pray, then pull the trigger.
    Blessed am I.
    And if you try
    We will not bleed,
    But we will succeed.

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  3. Copyright © 2000 by Obi LeFlore
    2nd Edition, 2004 by Ω

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