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Another poem that I just got finished writing. Just so we're clear, I blame Anna entirely for this. She just had to suck everyone in the apartment into the X-Files, didn't she?
C.S.M.
Students of history will know
the predilection of man
to deny responsibility for his own situation,
that lie we give ourselves
when we attempt to transmutate
symbolism into reality
through the casting out of goats.
The fear of accountability--
significantly stronger
than any other worry
of losing control of our own lives.
Strange, those contradicting fears.
So how am I to blame
in my instinctual search
for a smoldering cigarette
and meandering smoke
whenever I enter an empty room?
How nice it would be
to blame any ill fate
on the machinations of a smoking man
leaning silently against
a stainless-steel filing cabinet.
That's all for now. Back to the X-Files marathon on TNT.
...at least I'm nowhere near as obsessed with the show as Anna.
C.S.M.
Students of history will know
the predilection of man
to deny responsibility for his own situation,
that lie we give ourselves
when we attempt to transmutate
symbolism into reality
through the casting out of goats.
The fear of accountability--
significantly stronger
than any other worry
of losing control of our own lives.
Strange, those contradicting fears.
So how am I to blame
in my instinctual search
for a smoldering cigarette
and meandering smoke
whenever I enter an empty room?
How nice it would be
to blame any ill fate
on the machinations of a smoking man
leaning silently against
a stainless-steel filing cabinet.
That's all for now. Back to the X-Files marathon on TNT.
...at least I'm nowhere near as obsessed with the show as Anna.