Contingencies

Mascara tears drizzle down her cheek,
a few more beers, it’s not so bleak;
take me for a ride
one phenomenal ride,
past prison bars and distant stars,
fat bass busting out my speakers
steal a brand-new pair of sneakers;
brimming with satire ’round the campfire…
Barbarians at the gate
fueled by nothing more than hate…
Really? A wrinkle in space and time?
Your philosophy ain’t worth one thin dime…

– K Poleet

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“When everything was ready, the stranger opened his eyes, moved to the table, filled a tumbler with tea for himself and one for the beardless old man to whom he passed it. Pierre began to feel a sense of uneasiness, and the need, even the inevitability, of entering into conversation with this stranger.” – Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

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