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By Jack Joseph Smith
A SIOBHAN POEM
To know justice in my name
I grew out of the taste in the sand
In a place film recommends
As the wildest in the western world
The ocean is a fear for those whose feelings fail
To acknowledge the beginnings of fire in the soul
But I watched white birds cover colors and crests
While the mystic sense of the sea's,
hovering creation, hurt then healed
For ny small hand seized thoughts attended by the wind,
when reguarding purpose rather than a yearning distance
Long before I was bom to dance my way out of walking,
even computers began to contrive my father as nomadic
(Perhaps seeing with the same four seasons "
only desperate women and weak men
was +oo painful under his sun)
Yet I wanted a strong dad |
So I could kick his shins
And poke his eyes out too
(How smart is societys' voice,
like in a chant . -
when living infinity isn't a choice)
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Sometime after speech made paragraphs,
out of give, get; gallant; and gain;