Locked with the sea In the plastic outer world

A Question

Is this the way it goes,

A liberal in youth

That ages and accepts

Bad poetry and truth?

Wishes

A world without an enemy.

And honesty starts fights,

Republicans and Christie,

And people run red lights -

Where paradise is mortal,

Insanities accrue,

The universe is gentle,

And every friend is true -

11-14-13

 

Locked with the sea

In the plastic outer world

Everyone's the same,

But in the sordid inner world

Nobody is tame.

To fade into the crowd

And be forgotten.

Sweet relief!

The people go away.

Sitting in a Russian bar

Looking nondescript,

To see but look at nothing,

Blank, sincere.

Hypnotized and hooked.

What is my persuasion?
I have no persuasion

But lying in a crypt,

With the tides enlocked.

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