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Too many answers and too many questions going in and out of windows used to be easy/ a game for children holding hands and dancing now in a nodding quandary song and performance lost in an absurd entity confronting me with defaults defecating obscene messages in dreary computerese down-spiral initiating weird loss of self in monologues of fascistic proportions allocating obsessional manuals and tinkering severe loss of time collision of sadistic trickery chapters that refer to others like some cemetery-maze day after day drugged empty dolls in the rain incapable of rational response a great deception of rescuer you want to enter as a starving person who knows food just out of reach lover whose softness turned to glass whose gifts are grown narcissistic deceptive promises and proselytizing; silent violent war, break-down of faith. |
Joan Payne Kincaid lives in Sea Cliff, NY, USA, with her husband, two children, six siamese cats and a Dobie. A former opera-concert singer, she now writes and paints. Her poems have been published internationally in magazines and on the internet including Pickings. |
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