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	<title>the poetry knook :: the poetry of stephen m. james :: indianapolis, indiana &#187; surreal</title>
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		<title>Like a Rumpke truck</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov -0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[College]]></category>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes, a Rumpke truck hauling around crap all day. I need a place to unload what can I say? I&#8217;m sorry to soil the pearly white curtains, but I&#8217;ve got to let go Still surreal, like getting caught&#8211; that moment when you couldn&#8217;t consider lying. The denial eats away at the stomach lining growling for [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sometimes, a Rumpke truck hauling around crap all day.<br />
I need a place to unload<br />
what can I say?<br />
I&#8217;m sorry to soil the pearly white curtains,<br />
but I&#8217;ve got to let go</p>
<p>Still surreal,<br />
like getting caught&#8211;<br />
that moment<br />
when you couldn&#8217;t consider lying.<br />
The denial eats<br />
away at the stomach lining<br />
growling<br />
for any nutrients,<br />
and a tender gardener.</p>
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		<title>More than a Movie</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Stephen M. James]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We await green saucers hovering in the smoldering sky But no aliens show their ships: They are our species, of our sickly kind. The Persistence Of [our] Memory is Surreal, as I fell asleep wishing it all away by Manhattan morn, Wanting to see twin sentinels guarding over the city again, Not rubble under its [&#8230;]]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>We await green saucers hovering in the smoldering sky<br />
But no aliens show their ships:<br />
They are our species, of our sickly kind.<br />
The Persistence Of [our] Memory is<br />
Surreal, as I fell asleep wishing it all away by Manhattan morn,<br />
Wanting to see twin sentinels guarding over the city again,<br />
Not rubble under its cityscape.<br />
We search for culprits and casualties<br />
In the fog of destruction.<br />
Waiting for the credits to run<br />
So we can run out and kill the director, the scriptwright, the producer . . .<br />
For we will &#8220;make no distinction.&#8221;<br />
&#8211;</p>
<p>We are orphans crumbling of Babel:<br />
Towers tumbling, imploding, upon themselves<br />
Anger resonates as planes plummet,<br />
Yearning for arms to hold us up<br />
From attack from inside our country,<br />
And from inside ourselves.</p>
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