I THROW A QUARTER

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MEANDERTHAL MAN

 

I throw a quarter

at the machine

and it spits it back

 

Can all hope be gone?

We merely sit and wonder

Death seems to breathe

over the cities

and countryside

 

Guns,  knives, bombs

There doesn’t seem to be

          any hope but

 

I search for a silver lining

somewhere over the bloodstained

          rainbow

 

Perhaps there is an answer

but will we ever find it?

 

7-13-86

 

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Silver_Birch's picture

Good one

Bloodstained rainbow- I like that. Another good poem.

georgeschaefer's picture

that's the blood dripping off

that's the blood dripping off my own fingertips as I type my verse.  Pretentious bullshit, yes, but I am going to run with it.

 

language_game's picture

never!... give me more G.

never!...

 

give me more G. Schaefer... quit holding back!!!

georgeschaefer's picture

I'm tyring.  My fingers are

I'm tyring.  My fingers are already bleeding from tapping the keys

allets's picture

I Have Enuf

bloodstained rainbows - yeah better, yeah but it's a coin toss. A bloody coin toss.

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...a

 

georgeschaefer's picture

I always call heads because I

I always call heads because I always use a two headed coin.