V.I.P.
 I am important.
Silence when i enter the room -
They know who i am,
what i do.

But silence is lonely
Knowing isn't caring.

I am important
sherbet sweet-
it soon gets too much,
tastes of acid.

I am important
suffocated,
trapped.
Manacled feet, arms lashed behind me

Because my feet are the public's feet
My arms the public's arms

I am important
but still i'll die
leaving  old magasine images
hovering like the stench of fast food.

My gravestone will be defaced by wind and rain
eroding till even my name dissolves.

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vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 9/19/2008 8:01:11 PM
But silence is lonely Knowing isn't caring. So true...my favorite part. Enjoyed the read, edgy and powerful!

BlueIris   BlueIris wrote
on 9/17/2008 8:26:54 AM
"Old magazine images hovering like the stench of fast food." I really liked that creative imagery. Did you plan for the last two lines to be in past tense? What do you think of: "My gravestone will be defaced by wind and rain, eroding until even my name dissolves."? That's just a thought.

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