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an original poem by Joshua Brown
Flip the script on soft tyrants.
Whip the llama and fly
Fly away to paradise through test.
Test of the system.
Barbarians, tearing down walls
Systems, historic, falling
A western degeneracy wonton
By its familial capital Heil.
Greetings.
I saw you sitting there.
Would histr'y repeat or rhyme?
I am too tired to know,
For sleep has come upon me.
And I am going to that unconscious place.
Are those two trapped?
Under the rubble there. Can you see?
None cared, but I noticed.
And the people reading beheld.
You.
You beheld.
This grand history of temptation to Hell
A reprieve from cranial violence
Back to the reality of what I have done.
Choice. Choice. Choice. Choice.
A painting on the wall against mirrors
No imperfections allowed by maids
A harsh... ouch... the sting of this!
Bloody trouble of those servant girls!
Deep service to those they view in awe.
Not awe of objective but subjective,
To the time and place and tricks by
A demand on men unspoken.
See them now in unity
Dance with cultural paints to preserve
Against the onslaught of illiberality
Of the old hags and terrorized lions.
Instead of consumption and masturbation,
Return fire.
ALL ABOARD! Not a train into warehouse,
But a boat observed
Urban warfare with no retreat
For retreat is sure rejection by seed.
Truth demands, not blood, but victory
And cannot I bring to birth
That beautiful goddess
Whose wings dry all tears?
Or am I predetermined to allow the death
Of little boy Josh, who just wanted
Wings, to fly fast over the landscape?
An imaginative precocious radioman.
And then I felt beneath me fall away
Into the pixelated mattress below
For Choice I made to win, for me
For him.
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Thanks for reading "A Beginner's Guide to Flying" which was written on April 18, 2023 in Denver, Colorado, United States, North America. My last poem is entitled "Where's Mom and Dad?" and is a reflection on the surviving children of a deadly car crash called divorce. Or a deadly divorce called a car crash. It is meant to be ambiguous. Take from it what you can.
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