every once in a while i'm afraid i'll wake up from this dream in a white padded room, then i realize that this is no dream.

sorry rob, it just came to me.

character analysis

[let's lose the friction
between fiction and reality
blur the lines]

let's become entirely
unsure of ourselves

holy mary mother of god,
or magdalene, the christ-bitch
whichever we want to be
let mary martin lead the children
away from reality

a new pan for a new age?

let's moralize the situation
make it uncomfortable; controversial even

wear masks and change the world
because it is just a stage

let's misquote shakespeare and moliere
and live our own fucked up tragedies
(but rewrite the ending)

our hearts beat strong under fictitious skies.

Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2006-10-23 at 02:52

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I liked this poem!!! Really enjoyed reading it. Great idea. I liked the end the most.
"our hearts beat strong under fictitious skies"

Amanda K
you did dive into deep waters man. we can't live but our age . anyhow, I liked the idea of you poem.

katie marie
hey so wen i read this before it was kinda hard to follow. but now that i see it here i love it. zach this poem is amazing!!

Kathy Lockhart
I love your exploration of style. Wonderfully done MSZ!

our hearts beat strong under fictitious skies.

I love this nugget of poetry gold. I see you're exploring a new, though somewhat related theme to your previous one. Silence and now fiction. I appreciate your universal sentiments and am impressed by your use of punctuation for emphasis. Bravo, my friend.

I love it!

all the thoughts we've had these past weeks put down into one nicely written poem. I feel the confusement and frustration.

I like the most:

our hearts beat strong under fictitious skies..

so true. for all of us it seems. great poem, z.