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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.

ecargo 18-Mar-06/10:35 AM
You're dead on. Although I had a hotel room in mind with "brocade."

I spelled the title this way deliberately, to imply a lack of separateness, doing things out of a need for connection, connectedness (my ancient Webster's has one meaning as "not separated"). Whether it works is another matter! (I think it does for the first verse; for the second, it's more of a stretch.)

I've no dibs on the word, so feel free! ;)




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