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Bank Teller Blues

In a tube
Sucked
Through a machine,

A bank slip

Slides from the
Hand
Of one person
And

Lands away

In a place
Of
Files and folders,
Of
Meaningless numbers.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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Bubblehead

Spinning on a mound of battered and rival fools, and freaks look out
We really are the same behind our smiles of plasticene
Siting on a sofa, going over catch me in your hands
Stuck inside a vacuum tube, I've lost control
I can't get out
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
No sense of gravity I'm drifting off into the heat again
Makes this river tease my paranoia bleeds inside my head
Bobbing in a submarine feels like I'm in an acid trail again
Wish that I could pinch myself and wake up from this bubblehead
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
Pull it back together, heal reflections in our broken bones
We're so ridiculous, we dress it up with smiles and frowns
Anticipating, always waiting for the weather still to shine
Gazing in a crystal to the future as we lose our minds
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
And now the world is caving in
I can't break this bubblehead
The vacuum tube has sucked me in
I can't break my bubblehead
I can't break this bubblehead
I can't break my bubblehead
I can't break this bubblehead

song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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God As A Super Computer

God is a super computer in which there are two folders,
Vile and humane,

.……………………. Vile ………………….

All the unfair work you do,

All the crimes you do,

All the injustice work you do,

…………………….. Humane ………………...

All the fair work you do,

All the social services you do,

All the justifiable work you do.

All the files of vile are converted to a new file called hard, sorrow and obstacles.

All the files of humane are
Converted to a new file called
Smooth, happiness and
Good living.

poem by Ram Kausik
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Machine

Wasteful season take my hand
Take the place of the snakes who ran
Savage things wash over me
A crime that leaves a heated greed
Oh Machine, Machine
I washed it for you
Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
And I walk
And I walk
A space left for two
And I wait
And I wait
To wake next to you
And I walk
And I walk
A space left for two
And I wait
And I wait
To wake next to you
Oh Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
HAH!
Oh Machine, Machine
I washed it for you

song performed by by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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Machine

Wasteful season take my hand
Take the place of the snakes who ran
Savage things wash over me
A crime that leaves a heated greed
Oh Machine, Machine
I washed it for you
Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
And I walk
And I walk
A space left for two
And I wait
And I wait
To wake next to you
And I walk
And I walk
A space left for two
And I wait
And I wait
To wake next to you
Oh Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
Machine, Machine
I waste it for you
HAH!
Oh Machine, Machine
I washed it for you

song performed by by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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Whispers From Bones

THE WAR MACHINE
IS QUITE OBSCENE

THE WAR MACHINE
IS QUITE UNCLEAN

BUT
THE WAR MACHINE
WILL NOT STOP

BECAUSE
THE WAR MACHINE
MUST BE FED

THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE BLOOD

THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE DEATH

THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE LIFE

THE WAR MACHINE
MUST HAVE STRIFE

THE WAR MACHINE
MUST BE FED

THE WAR MACHINE
LOVES THE DEAD

THE WAR MACHINE
WILL NOT STOP

BECAUSE
THE WAR MACHINE
IS ANGRY MAN.

poem by M.L. Squier
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I keep the drafts of each poem in color-coded folders. I pick up the folders according to how I feel about that color that day.

quote by Rita Dove
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Just A Machine

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Four wheels that travel from A to B.
Why worship this idol that you see,
That’s pretty silly, don’t you agree.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Costing a fortune, must keep its shine.
Had to have it, this knockout design.
Thought it simply something so divine.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
Depreciates in so quick a time.
Won’t last long, rusty, bang goes its prime.
It certainly won’t be worth a dime.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.
A car that travels from A to B.
Not an icon, no god this taxi,
Merely moulded plastic, with a key.

It’s just a machine,
Just a machine.

poem by Ernestine Northover
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When A Person Does Not Know What To Do With Himself

WHEN A PERSON DOES NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIMSELF

When a person does not know what to do with himself
When a person feels empty
When a person feels everything he had done and everything he can do do is meaningless
When a person is bored
When a person does not know what to do with himself
And wonders why he is on this earth
And how he will endure more of it
When a person does not know what to do with himself
He must do any little thing he can do
To get himself going-
He must wash the dishes or clean the house or take something to eat or take a small walk or read a page
Or do any one of a million or more other small things to get himself going
And once he is going he must somehow go on and on and from this to something else
So that at some point somewhere along the way somehow
He is doing something
Perhaps not that great
But doing something
And in doing something
Perhaps forgetting about himself
A bit
Perhaps.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Realm Of An Embrace

I pause at daybreak
And utter prayers with sparrows,
I know there will later be
Encounters that require
Swords and sharp teeth,
Violence within turbulent shadows.

The mind is filled with gloom
When humanity becomes
So many dead numbers
That never add up
Or fit into an equation,
I’ve lost my fascination with romance
And can’t become half of a couple.

My heart is a pocketful of spare change,
The bank account of love is spent;
My arms are meaningless and helpless
In the realm of an embrace.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Melted Ice

freezer busted
on a hot August morn'
the veteran plumber
without a syllable spoken
skipped out the rear door
with his war torn knees

destination, the ice machine
a mere few blocks away
interrupted by the neon sign, which read
BAR

A few Pabst Blue Ribbons
flowed down his tube
with his last two quarters
he saved for ice
dropped them in the machine
we had ice

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Numerical Tyranny

Who conspired
this needless need for
the numbers?
Now we all live in fear of
the numbers
tremble at the feet of
the numbers
live our lives according to the demands of
the numbers
Identify ourselves by
the numbers
we've sold ourselves short with
the numbers
locked ourselves in a cell with
the numbers
no one believes they can escape
the numbers
our status our worth
our health our happiness
all dictated by
the numbers
Who are you?
Are you just another
number?

For if only we could see the truth behind
the numbers:
the truth being
there is only one number
that number is one
and that one stretches on
through infinitude.

poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Woman Machine

She'll do your work in half the time
Never sick and can't go blind
Oh, woman machine
Brains of tape that fill her head
She knows more now than all the dead
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Heart of steel and skin that's cold
Can't wear her out, she can't grow old
Oh, woman machine
She goes to bed when her work is through
She'll do it all, just change the tubes
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine-ine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman
She can't talk back
With no playback
But she'll listen
To all your woe
Trade your old one
For a new one
They just don't make 'em like they used to
No!
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
Oh, woman machine
''...exceeds one million when the stop button is pressed,
the... has results PCR621, into the drayer reading pool
to hold the relay on for one quarter second after the
Q603 deenergizes. Therefore, the time delay occurs only
when the stop button is pressed, during the record nine.
The sole function of the capacitor c620 is to maintain
charge in

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Street Hassle

Waltzing matilda, looked at her wallet
The sexy one smiled in dismay
She pulled out four twenties
cause she liked round figures
Everybody stayed for a day
I think Im on fire and you know I admire you
Buy it, why dont we slip away
Although Im sure youre certain
Its a rarity me flirting
Sha la la la lay, come on
Sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
Come on and slip away, sha la la
Cascading lowly he entered her slowly
And showed her where he coming from
And sha la la la la. made love to her gently
Just like she had never come
And sha la la la la. sha la la la
When the sun rose and she made to leave
And sha la la la la. sha la la la you know
Neither one regretted a thing
Say sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
Come on and slip away
Say sha la la la la, sha la la la la, sha la la la la
We need your loving so badly
We need your loving so
Slip away, come on, slip away
Sha la la la la, sha la la la la
Love has gone away
She took the ring from my finger
And theres nothing left to say
We need your loving so badly
We need your loving so
Come on, slip away
Words and music : lou reed (c) 1978 metal machine music ltd/rca music ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Time Machine Jive

(sylvester / clarke / hicks)
Time machine jive time machine jive
Time machine jive time machine jive
You better look out
Look out your window tonight
Therell be a hot cat on your tin roof
Layin it loose
Therell be a full band
To give me a hand
The moon will be a spotlight
For this one-night stand
You better look out
Look out your window tonight
Chorus
You gotta reach out
And try to grab my glitter suit
Snatch your hand full of stars
Take a trip in my seven league boots
Come silver surfin
Youll know you had a ride
My star-treck musics gonna take me high
You better look out
Look out your window tonight
Time machine jive time machine jive
Dimensional intentional sensual
Immeasurable pleasurable hitch a ride
Chorus x2
Dont leave it too late
Or you wont get a ticket on my cruise
Dont be the last one
Or else youll have to light the fuse
You cant afford not
To be on board
Come on baby
Hear the music thats calling
And look out look out your window tonight (time machine jive time machine jive)
You better look out look out your window tonight(time machine jive time machine jive)
Look out look out your window tonight(time machine jive time machine jive)
You better look out look out your window tonight (time machine jive time machine jive)

song performed by by Hollies
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Old Man and Rose

Old man
Tends his roses
In the magic of his years
Gray road is
Spackled in pink and white
You lovers of machine and mirror
See! ! Here is true poetry in his hand
Not the poems of a tube.
Not the truth of moment
In the magic of his years
Roses are tended
Old man

poem by Guillermo Veloso
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A Budget or Bud-jet

When you see it, it is just a pile of numbers or a graph or a grip or a table.
When you feel it, it metamorphoses into a monster or an elephant or a bird or a fish or a tiger or a eel or a dog or a shark or a bug or a snake or a hawk or a vulture or a rat or a whale or an ant or a cat or a.......
When you use it, it is just a machine.
when you lose it, it is a hell.
When you win it, it is just a heaven.
When you die, it is just a pile of numbers.

poem by Nyein Way
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It is better to go to defeat with free will than to live in a meaningless security as a cog in a machine.

quote by Isaac Asimov
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Dont Look Back In Anger

Slip inside the eye of your mind
Dont you know you might find
A better place to play
You said that youve never been (sounds like bean in order to rhyme w/seen)
But all the things that youve seen
They slowly fade away
So Ill start a revolution from my bed
cuz you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, summertimes in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
You aint ever gonna burn my heart out
And so, sally can wait
She knows its too late as were walking on by
Her soul slides away
But dont look back in anger
I heard you say
Take me to the place where you go
Where nobody knows
If its not our day
Please dont put your life in the hands
Of a rock and roll band
[and? youll? ] throw it all away
Im gonna start a revolution from my bed
cuz you said the brains I had went to my head
Step outside, cuz summertimes in bloom
Stand up beside the fireplace
Take that look from off your face
cuz you aint ever gonna burn my heart out
And so, sally can wait
She knows its too late as shes walking on by
My soul slides away
But dont look back in anger
I heard you say
So, sally can wait
She knows its too late as were walking on by
Her soul slides away
But dont look back in anger
I heard you say
So, sally can wait
She knows its too late as shes walking on by
My soul slides away
But dont look back in anger
Dont look back in anger
I heard you say
At least not today.

song performed by by Oasis
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Just A Little Bit

Your thinking that you love him
Your careering off the track
Your too busy doing nothing
You don't see that it won't last
When your strung across the age gap
All your friends spin down the drain
And your th proof of that old cliche
If I could only have my time again

Hand on-off the handle
Where's your self respect?
Your water up all sucked ending
Where's your measurement now?

Think your the artful Dodger
You can only dodge for so long
And when fate it pulls your plug out
You'll wonder what wen't wrong

Hand on-off your handle
Where's your self respect?
Your water up all sucked ending
Where's your measurement now?

There's no way back
No way back
Just a little bit
Just a little bit

When your stung across the age gap
All your friends speed down the train
And your to prune that old clesche
If I could only have my time again

Hand on-off the handle
Where's your self respect?
Your water up all sucked ending
Where's your measurement now?

Nowhere fast
Nowhere fast
Just a little bit
Just a little bit

song performed by by The Stone Roses from Garage Flower
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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When A Person Does Not Know What

When a person does not know what to do with himself
When a person feels empty
When a person feels everything he had done and everything he can do do is meaningless
When a person is bored
When a person does not know what to do with himself
And wonders why he is on this earth
And how he will endure more of it
When a person does not know what to do with himself
He must do any little thing he can do
To get himself going-
He must wash the dishes or clean the house or take something to eat or take a small walk or read a page
Or do any one of a million or more other small things to get himself going
And once he is going he must somehow go on and on and from this to something else
So that at some point somewhere along the way somehow
He is doing something
Perhaps not that great
But doing something
And in doing something
Perhaps forgetting about himself
A bit
Perhaps.

WHAT DO I KNOW? \AND WHO AM I?

What do I know?
And who am I?
The real questions
I cannot answer
They are beyond me.

And I don't think
I have anything to give
Even in beginning to answer them.

Just another human being
Who has come this way
And soon will be gone
Without ever having answered
The real questions.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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