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The Wanderer

Kid A
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why art thou sick,
young soldier?

you have moved violently in the arms of your lover's

touch; has made you firm
in this life, in this bed

purest of snow, creeps around an angry red sun

black widow,
web of white lies

your leaders talk, and talk, and spin you around

hazy Hollywood skies
puppetry and posy

you say it's all black and white, I say it's all the movies
 
ahhh....this is one of those I enjoy reading many times to try and figure out its meaning.
very very interesting!

You're extremely good at this poety business wanderer!
 
black widow,
web of white lies

your leaders talk, and talk, and spin you around


awesome lines..
I love the title too, and the way you tied everything together with the black & white imagery, that's the coolest concept, Im a sucker for that kinda thing. It's funny, the last part reminded me a bit of the zootv idea, especially now watching all these horrific kidnappings of little children on tv and it seems so distant and incomprehensible. I don't think that's what you were getting at, this seems a lot more political, but that's what's at the top of my mind right now, and then I read your poem..

but anyway, I really envy the way you can keep your poetry concise, and you still say exactly what you want; it's full of the most intricate detail..without all the filler, every word is essential.
you're right basstrap, he is really good at it!
 
spot on babyg with your last points.

my stuff is always flailing about in the sun waiting for someone to step on it and keep it still.
this boy on the other hand, takes care with every single word.
 

touch; has made you firm
in this life, in this bed

I get the notion that he's been made callous ("firm") by warfare, or is lying dead ("firm") in his grave ("bed"), or is made *cough* "firm" in the arms of the aforementioned lover.

purest of snow, creeps around an angry red sun
black widow,
web of white lies

Ni-i-ice tying in of two different imagery.

you say it's all black and white, I say it's all the movies
"Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?"


foray
 
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