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Boomerang pt. I: Karma
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Extended Poetry I tug on the rope
To pull you back a ways
There’s war on the tips of the rope
Tug of war
Taking off by albatross
To climb the sky’s blue vision
War is parasite
Living upon the living
Dying within the dying
Boomerang sows
And reaps the wind back again
Al these artificial people
Filled with tons of chemicals
Sow and reap back down again
Inhale and exhale all the retched dust
The go-around came back-around
Snuck behind your crafty back
Actions are reactions to yourself
The truth is always brutal when you lie
When the boomerang comes knocks you in the hat
People are monsters in my closet
Chemicals stir restless in them
Scare me half to death
I tug at the boomerang under my belt
I toss it away but still it follows on
To bring back a little this and that
The boomerang blood boils, fevers,
Through ever accent
Australian or not
Karma drips off the wide round earth
Like tears off ever-round wide eye
The earth is the eye
Of reaction
The earth is the seed
Within our soiled minds
