The Comfort of MarxA Poem by Einstein NoodleThe Comfort of Marx Here I am at the old dusty crossroads but it's more complicated than that Old, odd demons goad youthful emotions to rage down a mismatch of multidirectional compost germination time maybe ten years then harvests of burning and looting and violence that bars understanding our eyes wide shut we pull granny's hand made quilt up to our chins over our cold shoulders to find the comfort of lies in restless sleep. E. 03/03/2026
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12 Reviews Added on March 3, 2026 Last Updated on March 3, 2026 AuthorEinstein NoodlePork Rind, AKAboutThis morning as I began to log in to WC, it occurred to me what an inspiring and comfortable place this has become for me. There are so many talented people sharing, encouraging, teaching and learni.. more.. |

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