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Fruition (Free verse) by Modulo

Conglomerated checkerboard destinies Puzzling the last shred of my sanities Turbo-charged monkey brain hurled Spiraling into a funneled world. Gaseously internal conflicts intestinal worrisome eyes, My body is pulled towards the sun, Her thighs. Mismanipulation and woe, Driving two-ton slayers. Not even my cosmic understanding of itching Can keep me from the big grow. Females worry, friends lead on. Cops lead the evening blurry Without rhyme or reason We're gone. Paisley floormats, Flashing smiles - turning heads. Plastic tubs A thought: what would happen if I were dead! "Only thinly aware of a certain unease in the air" Home is where the heart is. But at 4 am? Visual bombardments and obnoxious residues. Lemon-lime lighting pulsating the night away.

-=SeTTle=- 28-Jul-02/6:11 PM
John Jacob Jinglehiemer Schmidt




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