Thursday, September 16, 2010

Improv/Imatation, Week 5

One's Left Behind

It’s easy to see why they fail,
with no grip support to
it is inevitable they should be left behind
first they are pushed along
with only their precious minds in question
they earn skills with seconds and lose with minutes
that are counted each year.

Darkened circles determine some fates and progress
even the red marks give no consequence.
Yet, they have no futures or
At least one that doesn’t reek of grease.

It is easy to see how they crumble,
girls and boys packed with
no instructions or 1-800 numbers to
New Delhi, India.

Placed by a number, but
with no thought of the nuts and
bolts that actually run or
the condition of the suede-covered box.

When one gets outside lines,
erasers swoop to blot out.
Seconds tick, months roll, and years
protect psyches that must stay
within range.

5,475 days into the fray
rules change, but are untranslatable
to ones that were boxed and shipped
with too many red marks on dark circles

They are shuffled frequently
with new gibberish to swallow
to only be set free with
future red numbers or
grease splattered clothes.

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