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My Kind's Shrinking Love (Head-Line Poetry 9/28/11)



(The earth and moon)

Climate Change Could Shrink Animals
The rise of our thoughts spelled doom in the changing mist, spelled disaster against the backdrop of the ham-handed certainty that trembled within our flesh, proved us cowards to the full weight of eternity whose language writhed beneath us.

Our self-seeking prayers are colossal birds, powerless to take wing, unable to sense the soil that calls out beneath such unfastened flesh. Shrink mighty animal! Shrink, that you might know your burden and your allegiance to the sacred ground, Love…

Osama Bin Laden Photos Must Stay Secret, Obama Administration Contends
The dead man kept his secret hidden from the love buried beneath his contempt. Why did he wait until it was too late? Did he wish to never know Love’s hips beneath his overly urgent hands, or was he afraid that Love might suffer underneath the man's graceless feet?

These questions have been kept so long as to render them meaningless.

10 Of The Most Unhealthy Shows On TV
CAUTION: spoiler alert! Jersey Shore, Semi-Homemade Cooking, Grey's Anatomy, The Biggest Loser, Mad Men, Toddlers & Tiaras, Diners, Drive-Ins And Dives, Hoarders, DC Cupcakes, Breaking Bad…

Perhaps this list should bring us to ask a meaningful question: Is reality television the true reflection of who we’ve become, a pack of unhealthy, unnatural and unloving animals?

As Scorn for Vote Grows, Protests Surge Around Globe
Love’s been struggling a long time to replace the wars and injustices found raging, as if they’re a video game being played where gamers can drop the controls and walk away unscathed. (Scorn may well have reared its eager head too late.)


© 2011 by mark prime

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