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Brother's Egg Book

Member since 2003 · Posted 19 Feb 2005 · Edited 19 Feb 2005 · 2 comments

Is cartoon magic And high on my list of love It sits there collecting dust Small child scribbles turning Into tomorrow's quibbles with That great looming egg Yes, a mother But I've had none So say I'm clear Say I'm not a monster But soft savior Piling things around Me, in squares, and Suspensions. I'm collecting a better Perspective, and living My own bleak hell Bedecked in flowers And long legged lies Hopefully, I'll choke dead On a mouthfull of Bloody rubies And vinegar.

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[10] INTRANSIT 19-Feb-05/5:15 AM Reply

Something tells me this is a one-timer, pure. I'd leave it if it is.

[8] bamf909 20-Feb-05/12:26 PM Reply

I don't understand the second line, and scribbles/quibbles might be a bit forced, but I like this poem, especially

"Piling things around
Me, in squares, and
Suspensions."