7:39 p.m. - 2008-09-21
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Donald R. Anderson
Scattered Ink
The dots of stars inverse
across the paper,
a pen broken.
A cup spilled.
Fans still rotate
as if their owner
were still around,
but a knock goes unanswered.
Another pale life in democracy
abandoned in haste
to escape.
Where to?
A greyhound to paradise,
because as a wise person once said,
in regards to the material wealth
of America relative to the rest
of the world,
"For the greedy this is paradise,
yet they will never be satisfied
with it. For the wise they will be
satisfied yet it will never be
what they want."
Thus, paradise:
somewhere else.
