across borders

my arms are long because I grew up in an arms race

those cold days of war

all the kings horses patiently wish

for glory days and chivalry

romance stolen by celluloid

beamed streamed tweeted and delivered

into the hearts and minds of television sets

crowded thoughts hustle like pickpockets

stealing emotional intelligence

washing dirty money into respect

flying across borders

like a fast jet…

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