the old protest dance

8 Aug

one by one the specimens were unloaded
and pinned under microscope slides,
magnified and examined by tight eyes.
and one by one
the specimens slipped out of strangle holds
and strolled to diners
where one kind of coffee was served
and the talk was horse races and hairdos.

*broken bats baseball
bad ass baseball

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6 Responses to “the old protest dance”

  1. kvennarad August 9, 2013 at 7:50 am #

    If you’ve ever shoochled off a petrie dish you’ll get this poem.

    • steve August 9, 2013 at 10:42 am #

      there’s sometimes and preferably all the time no hesitation in losing a will to understand the world in exchange for enjoying it. The petri dish runs a tight sentence, that samsara.

  2. tonichristmann August 10, 2013 at 12:29 am #

    I dunno, you two (Steve & Marie) – I kinda take it that those tight eyes have been on us all this time. I, for one, am a little worn out with it and thinking of heading to the coffee cafe. Marie, will you please invite Kickapoo, Cossack, and Demon? Steve, I’d love you to bring brats and dark mustard. But I’m not pushy or anything like that…

    • steve August 10, 2013 at 12:51 am #

      That’s some archery target bulls eye of whizz and impact. Yes, worn out. That was exactly what I meant by the old protest dance with band instructions of “just don’t stop. keep going, deaf to all explanations.”

      • kvennarad August 10, 2013 at 5:09 am #

        The cafe has been shut for redecoration and some comfy sofas. But who knows.

        • steve August 10, 2013 at 5:58 am #

          This is like lighting a cigarette at the bus stop and the bus arrives. Dream of fewer explanations and a sandwich board with store hour explanations floats by.

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