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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Sunday, July 10, 2016

hippocratic hypocrisy

far back
broken back pack
falling from the smoke stack
folks learn to turn tears
into broken glass
half full
full stop
in the quickness to the top
doesn't take a rocket surgeon to see I'm dying from a heart attack
born on the bottom of civilization dog pack
Curling to the fetal pose like plumes from winter smoke stacks
vestigial vigilantes offer candles for my vigil
witches offer windows to the world inside this sigil
civil disobedience is different from emptiness
repeating things is meaningless unless you didn't mean to do it
thinking like extinction
leads to life without existence
this news, however needed
has never seen a printing
you had better choose your side
because you can lose without trying
but to truly win at anything
takes luck,
expense,
and dying.

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