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Brother's Egg Book (Free verse) by Jeremi B. Handrinos 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.
Up the ladder:
I killed you in New Mexico
Down the ladder:
After The Snow/Diamonds And Rust
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Posted: February 19, 2005 12:09 AM PST; Last modified: February 19, 2005 12:12 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.3099275 Overall Rank: 3608 Comments:
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INTRANSIT @ 205.188.116.67
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19-Feb-05/5:15 AM
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Something tells me this is a one-timer, pure. I'd leave it if it is.
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." 241 view(s)
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