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Monday, January 27, 2014

When Pomona Was Brought B4 Council

 There were beauty queens on the podium

all men in the front row were observant

 from the back of the chambers I hear sound

that like the inside of an engineroom

expands into separate partitions

The room is thick with pretension and gaze

everything is louder in the silence

the rhythm of the breathing syncopates

I can smell what I hear as it enters

but as it is a scentless scents, no fumes,

yet it contains a mystery made nude

the knowing of itself takes possession

As I am escorted to the exit:
"What happens to the water and the wells?"

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

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