OK, so it's finally happening! Poetry on this blog! Here's one I wrote a few days ago. Reprints are okay as long as you credit me (Mitch Jones) as the author and put a link to this page.

What is it like... inside that box

Let me think about it
Roll it around like dice in my mind
It's like when a car wizzes by
And all you feel is the breeze shift as the sand and gravel hits yr back
And it's like a McD*nalds bag in the middle of the road
On top of double-solid-yellow lines like some sort of LSD ordinated corporate king
The throne on the road next to the cadaver of an unlucky squirrel
It's like when the sky starts getting clear only to make way for some rain
Or the way the clouds dissipate to make room for the smog
It's like how tired I am of debating
So I fill my world with like-minded people so I won't have to face the agony of disagreement
So my mind just closes in around itself
And our own wars are surrendered to ourselves
And the global recovery program doesn't fit with the introspection and my own self-loathing
I'm so much more alone that I used to be
And I'm not so afraid
But I think my lame attempts at self-determination fall short
When weighed against the magnitude of anti-humanism

-Mitch Jones
2002


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