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where is utopia?

Coles doesn't stock spinach anymore
sometimes you can find it in the cans
but it doesn't come in bunches

I don't know what a spinach plant looks like
so I'd Google it

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I want to find out what finding out is
where's the screws on my iPod?
my mobile?

how do you use a thesaurus?
I know it's not alphabetised like a dictionary
isn't there a search tab?

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I can't remember what a stone looks like
in my hands, touching me

I can't incite the feeling of a bird
leaving my hands, a feather
drooping through the air hits my hands

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what does a guitar sound like?
don't give me bit rates and digital conversions

the most natural thing in the room is me talking to myself

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Last few words: 
an urban blues mourning the death of reality in light of superseding technology that remains both mysterious and temporary for the user. inspired by my recent hobby of dissecting cameras.
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Comments

I agree with Mark this is well written, but i believe Utopia is in man's mind. Find peace find Utopia, and stress is an invention of modern day society. Great poem Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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