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Written while Kayaking (Other) by Sasha

I was born to this desert, these swift dunes Of water, the dull loudness of the gull Where I am primal once again and if The soul cries out, the body moves in answer. Here I evolve to build my clan of one, Entouraged by the splashes of the paddle, Till owning it with purest monarchy Enthroned in my red boat on my blue realm... Such the vast arrogance of being alone Even for the obese Narcissus with A hot duped harem on his buddylist, Whose bunk IMs compose a stud while these Who twine in bed with average love behold Each in the other an illusory god. I’ve learned to hate so blatant a self-love With all its pettiness and won’t enjoy Such hours of respite from reality When truth and flab are nicely held at bay. Still it’s a kind of comfort to believe You see yourself with foreign eyes and know That you posesss what beauty you percieve, Whatever else the jurying mirror show: Nice eyes. a sucked-in gut. a unibrow.

7!3 21-Aug-05/6:11 PM
yea, i like the first verse, too...
i think your poem could've been better.... coz i LOVE kayaking!!!




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