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Distraction (Free verse) by zodiac There. No - wait, it'll come:
an image shooting out feelers, a glass blown
off a table, a tablecloth snapping up wind.
No flower-unfolding, this - a bomb.
Then I make an action happen. Then
make an action happen. Then make some
action happen. It's a story, see. But I tend
to take things all at once lately, and I'm
already at the end of this poem
when you're still â and always â a world of your own.
Up the ladder:
Eleven Reasons For Love
Down the ladder:
What I Exist For
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Posted: May 30, 2005 6:05 AM PDT; Last modified: May 30, 2005 6:05 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.7620006 Overall Rank: 1797 Comments:
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30-May-05/8:20 AM
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Guffaw, guffaw. I like the form. I really do.
That's the problem. I'm still in a world of my own. Even with this sharing of a jumble of thoughts and the difficulties of sorting it out for writing, no gap is bridged, and it's still a jumble.
Oh. I don't know what to tell you, then.
Your poems are puzzle boxes that don't belong in most parts of today's sociaty. Nowadays people want things served on a silver platter. You've got to trick folks into working their brains.
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