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Indiscrete (Free verse) by ecargo

Naked, it's complicated-- trophy or catastrophe? Jazz and deconstructed motion, hours bucked and, always, lies. Morning's flat, a sun slap through brocade, and I, who am not from here, wake, an oddball artifact, something found.

Niphredil 18-Mar-06/9:47 AM
I wonder if your title is a spelling error of 'indiscreet'? Because if so, it sounds like you're giving a terrific description of waking up in a strange apartment, after a one-night stand. (jeez, I wonder if I'm waay off the mark here).

Assuming it ain't a mistake, the title means, loosely, 'continuous' or 'not individually distinct', and I'm having trouble associating it with the rest of the poem which is very individualistic. I actually like this meaning better; it's unconventional and interesting, and I might just consider blatant plagiarism... *blushes*




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