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16 February 1995
no i do not claim
they are ALL the Same
many have unique touches
like plastic instead of leather
or wax instead of plastic
(for certainly wax is more easily molded
to please the changing crowd)
(leather on the other hand
can endure the most viscous sand storms)
(but the plastic cries out loud
for its scratch resistant strength)
nor do i blame them
for i know how hard it is
to find a Real face;
looking back i see mine
molding and jumping and changing
such that many an observer
likely thought is was making a face at them
(but Truth be known
i guess it was really me who the faces jested)
so we all go on living
trying some how to find an elusive Reality
Copyright © 1995 Charles Fry
Here's one for ya. go find yourself. late again skys passing wave raining clouds and offer healing sun où es-tu dim Mornings in the underground memories squirming on the bath room ceiling open the faces on the side walk pass me by life and living Song of Peace from Time the Mountain My Father so i painted a red cross on my chest my living eulogy my plastic house alone again frustrating the Song of my heart as it grows and changes In Dark Brick Dungeons clanteba mortillia Lonely is my call to this Omnipotent generation: friend (and, by now, even brother) my PCC Our Garden Cognoscente The Home careFree the Children full moon if I were a Painter For You Caterpillar March Prison As I Went Walking Norwegian Cockatrice Lampposts Departure or The Falling Apple Peace