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''Rust'' (poems)
Rust (Poems) Part One
By K. Scott Smith
1).
I set out to settle the 'conclusions' of an age',
of Man, of theater,
of the rise and the fall of Gods,
of kings, of Civilizations.
And my arrogance was kind and a kind of victory,
my pride, my vanity-
I rarely meant to rhyme.
Overturning tables in a temple
in a life I can barely recall.
He sat down and began to write.
2).
Waste a day
and then another,
As dirty as the streets,
as empty as these sheets.
Takes them off the bed where he sometimes sleeps,
make yourself a flag,
and decide what it shall mean.
If you do not decide someone will
You can rest assured,
or not.
3).
Here's where he died
and also did his best work,
as lost as any fool
or some mystic shouting at cars
or the light dancing across the rain on the streets.
4).
An endless storm of bars,
of brightly colored cars,
names each streetlight, sweetly
name each star, cursing.
The sheets were on fire
presses, new fires in the making.
A new world of trust
of loyalties and lust
some bright blade never allowed to rust.
By K. Scott Smith
1).
I set out to settle the 'conclusions' of an age',
of Man, of theater,
of the rise and the fall of Gods,
of kings, of Civilizations.
And my arrogance was kind and a kind of victory,
my pride, my vanity-
I rarely meant to rhyme.
Overturning tables in a temple
in a life I can barely recall.
He sat down and began to write.
2).
Waste a day
and then another,
As dirty as the streets,
as empty as these sheets.
Takes them off the bed where he sometimes sleeps,
make yourself a flag,
and decide what it shall mean.
If you do not decide someone will
You can rest assured,
or not.
3).
Here's where he died
and also did his best work,
as lost as any fool
or some mystic shouting at cars
or the light dancing across the rain on the streets.
4).
An endless storm of bars,
of brightly colored cars,
names each streetlight, sweetly
name each star, cursing.
The sheets were on fire
presses, new fires in the making.
A new world of trust
of loyalties and lust
some bright blade never allowed to rust.
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``Rust`` (poems)
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