Newspaper Holiday No paper today World’s stopped or just stopped caring about sad commentaries Sometimes forget it’s real Love, rage ensconced on a page more easily managed than raw emotion Blue-chip eyes, what does it mean to understand dreams, know you have them? Low-risk ears, what does it take to rifle through the reams, filter the shit I feed you? Artless voice, what does it say when it wakes the world up in that sleeping soft shell? No horoscope today So I’ll blindly stare through twelve hours of mind-game solitaire I’m fine with the fine print But I can’t make out the headlines I wish it were as calculated as it comes across in print Not hack poetry that parses out to loves-me, loves-me-not But neither harassment nor hard love could wipe away your smile All pearl in rough and mettle that treasure isn’t lost You remind me of a cartoon, that’s a compliment You speak like a child, that’s to the point On this newspaper holiday, maybe I’ll pull a back issue from the door-side bin and stare where you can’t be found Because you defy editorial, defy machination, defy expectation, defy my imagination.
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