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OK ... new poems ... 7 of 10

Sometimes I think that if I were able to channel my writing into other forms, I might be able to produce something more palatable to the mass (hey ... that's YOU!) ... but these poems take the bleeding impression of the as-it's-felt emotions of my life and run them up the flagpole for all to ignore. Needless to say, I wish I were able to write with a "wider palatte" but these are the "screen grabs" of my inner states, and they are what they are.




                    SINEWS FROM OUR BONES


                    1
                    how many vectors
                    now incise this space?
                    we turn to ribbons
                    shredded by demand
                    unable to sustain
                    a place within the world
                    except for target
                    in the cross-hairs of despite
                    2
                    so much goes missing,
                    so much is lost,
                    all faith, all belief,
                    before a twisted race;
                    we maintain nothing of
                    treasures of the past
                    and attain nothing
                    of our future dreams
                    3
                    will the taunting
                    never end,
                    never shift to silence
                    and let us be?
                    is it not enough
                    that every hope has failed,
                    must we also be
                    rubbed into that decay?
                    4
                    only anger, only rage
                    sustain us now
                    we drive on forward
                    to just deny
                    the pleasure of our death
                    to those vile beings
                    which wait to pick
                    the sinews from our bones
                    5
                    no effort suffices,
                    no intent paves way
                    for an achievement;
                    all the things we want
                    are waved before our eyes
                    and then snatched from us
                    as through to show that these exist
                    and that we shall never have them


                             - Brendan Tripp
                                07/18/2002

                    Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp




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