a little child|a buddha

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a little child|a buddha

sits|contemplates|focuses
all inner wisdom within
a lost matryoshka made of flesh.

driving|home|from the shopping-mall|
a concrete american slab of stores
on long landis|unaware|disconnected
from the slab of states sewn together
one island hop away.

a little child|Rodan’s thinker

sits|contemplates|strength
iron|steal|stone|sitting within
Rodan’s thinker,
crys.

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Very nice, TUM :smiley: I can see your American beat/road influences here and I love it.

I think the external focus of this sort of poetry expresses existential angst much better than “woe is me” style poetry. Perhaps it’s because I love the post modern visuals of concrete mallscapes and “slab of stores sewn together” (beautifully evocative) or perhaps it’s because the "woe is me” style seems too self focused, too self obsessed? Either way, I really like this piece.