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Inspiration from absurdity (Free verse) by INTRANSIT When finally she'd tired of his grandiose butch
she quietly opened ,reached into her clutch,
producing a Derringer , jammed it in his eye,
pulled the trigger as the crowd gasped: "Oh My!
What was that noise?" For she'd shot him you see
and sent him for a ride with an E.M.T.
Up the ladder:
feelings of the inside
Down the ladder:
On returning to a town where I used to live
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Posted: May 26, 2005 3:38 PM PDT; Last modified: May 26, 2005 3:38 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.9231596 Overall Rank: 9401 Comments:
Commas mis-spaced, but otherwise a tough ride.
It's just some junk I thought up on the road after seein one of the many "discussions" between you and Zodiac. You can flog me with a squeaky toy. If that's your thing.
I vaguely remember pulling that Derringer trigger. How's the Arab doing anyway, haven't heard from him lately.
Dunno. Like 'im though. And 'mage and anyone who'll whip me like the bad poet I am. I'm a maso-chiste.
He's like a little obnoxious brother. Kinda cute in a sordid way.
Which one?
You need another margarita to figure this out.
I was on vacation with a weeklong bender.
"Kinda cute in a sordid way" is kinda cute in a sordid way. But I bet if I met you in a bar, I'd stand a pretty good chance. Not that I want to, I'm just speaking hypothetically. PS-Saw a great poem about girlbees yesterday. Can't get it online, though. More to follow.
Rubber ducky alright with you? Nobody can make a rubber duckie whack like me.
I had just one discussion with Zodiac. It ranged from dykes to totems with a few niggaz thrown in on the side to make it semi-actual. I assume you mean Dovina. (discussion; not the dyke)
No I prefer the big rubber Dinosaurs with the squeeker located smack where the ... OH MY GAWD! I'M OUTTA CONTROL! Uno mas? Por favor?
Just one more pipe and I'll get out of the zero drop zone. I'll rate this one some time hobbing on the Eyeball Massacre Train. Axial, that is.
I think perhaps the coroner would be better suited to clean up this mess.
It's like you said yourself Intransit: just some junk. There is hardly a story, while it suggests there is one, and what there is, is badly told.
There is so much more to be made out of this.
Originally, It wasn't meant to be a posting but to be tossed between them during. Zodiac hadn't been around in a while so I chunked it out here because, at the moment, I have nothing (I) feel is worthy of efforting. Maybe it'll bloom. Maybe not.
Funky.
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Well...suppose you got a Derringer's barrel poked in the eye and the trigger gets pulled and you scream: "I'm shot! I'm shot!", know what bystanders would say? "That's obvious, isn't it?"
Perhaps the title should be 'The absurdity of the obvious'?
But what I suspect is, I don't know what an E.M.T. is, so I'm probably missing the point. If so, forgive me.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be the doped up Jesus 'n his twelve wheeler!! For then it will be Judgement Day.