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dialect (Free verse) by skaskowski

what do you want from me, sad, senseless, decrepit sentry? you dangle from the moulding near the ceiling like a soggy cobweb and stare through the darkness. rich, black velvet sheets slide apart so that your gaze may fall upon me while i sleep. so what do you want from me, museless monster, useless corner? i'm afraid i've moved my bed too far away to feel your saliva fall. you try to spray it. dangling smoke molecules coagulate and block those drops from hitting home. what did you say to me, whisper of jibberish, a strand of senseless syllables worming through my ear canal? was i supposed to find great joy or great sorrow in your meaningless and souless tirade? did you expect my waist or hips to bend and pull my torso toward your lips? who would you forgive first? the selfish or the selfless? and who do you more accurately resemble? and could you place a pen to paper selfishly or selflessly, what dialect of english would you ramble?

skaskowski 28-Oct-05/11:21 PM
if being bored seems so crazy... damn i must really be bored.




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