Best Poem of M.J. Dura

Water Crest Cursive
The man stood at the edge of sea,
Screaming out loud
To an audience of waves;
None too committed to paying attention.
His world had been taken over by TV.
His freedom only to be found in the index of his child's school book.
He cried often.
At the edge of the water he lay crying.
At the edge . . .
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Mars Doesn'T Have The Monroe Doctrine
The lions on Mars,
Are bigger than ours.
Their skies are blue,
But ours are too.
Yes, inverted world it is you who wakes me.
It is you who make us walk languidly down halls,
Filled with doors not meant for opening.
You strum our guitars,
And you speak the words of homeless;
Begging money . . .
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