the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana » future https://www.tpkpoetry.com the poetry of stephen m. james Fri, 28 Mar 2014 01:04:39 +0000 en-US hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.8.3 What if boot camp was what it was all about https://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/what-if-boot-camp-was-what-it-was-all-about/ https://www.tpkpoetry.com/poetry/what-if-boot-camp-was-what-it-was-all-about/#comments Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000 the pendulum swings and
college slides
down the bunk bed post,
debunked of passion,
penny loafers, worn, on ice rolling
credits shower mortarboards
the newly commissioned officers
grow beards in battle
and salute the retail mercenaries
and baristas in berets

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comatose.
I’ve drawn in my antennae (and) vision,
afraid to breathe my words for their heat,
trying to shut out the cold outside and in.
if strength is perfected in weakness,
call me Atlas–once leading men
now sulking alone
with my circular burden.

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I’m on highway 20.
Another thumb appears
could I spare a seat
for I’m lost looking for a sign?
Plenty, yes, problem’s finding mine,
beginning to doubt my confidence
passing the same wooden fence
passed a few moments passed.

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not even a wave asking, not believing.
I believe if I were wood I would see
if I could stop being sea wood.
Hmmm?. well….
No buildings would be formed–
no use, not even fire on the shore
– James 1:6

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