This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Owner Men

The bank is something more than men
I tell you
It's the monster
Men made it
But they can't control it.

Yet there is neither darkness or light;
Just an unbroken dance of shadows.

The bank is something more I tell you
It's the monster, men make it,
But they can't control it.

(Interpretation of a passage from "The Grapes of Wrath", 1939, by John Steinbeck)

(6/22/10 - 11:11 AM)

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