matt fromm

Rookie (march 24 1982 / los angels, ca.)

Crest - Poem by matt fromm

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Everything has to be whit
polished
neet
to hell with dirt.
its all digital now anyway.
die, lie, cry
so long as its white, right?
the machine tells us we suck.
and the humans are no better
and the mail man still wonders why he delivers us our super saver coupons.
there isno hope.
there is no life.
maybe there is life in unhope.
maybe there is still maybe.
I wonder about the future


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013


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