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9/01/2005

essay: #045 Amnesiac Souls


Katrina
c. usnews.com

A woman says:

"We'll all be underwater in 100 years..."
Her eyes drinking in.
The watery devastation.
Of a New Orleans grave.

Misplaced.
Displaced.
Amnesiac souls.
Us.
Humans.

Asahi and Ok Computer.
Keep me company.
Soothe my mind.
As the hurricane subsides.

# #

My baby says:
"Love is... Travelling...8,000 miles..."
I say:
"Give me the gold, from your smile..."

# #

Damn.
Descending again.
Drifting.
In.
Out.

Just fading, really.
Right now.
Into the devastation.
The river of tears.
The hum of a looters heartbeat.
And those sweet.
But reassuring sounds of.

Icebergs melting...

# transmission ends #






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