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The rift (Free verse) by MacFrantic The rift between her legs is rapid decline
Her mind's a malnourished polecat
Whiplash; convulsive, desperate eyes
Realization is a cheap matinee
Moans fall from her furious tongue
Her body is an arching, rigid turnpike
And all the while I'm across the world
Hopping turnstile to turnstile
Playing magic on myself
While the trains come
Up the ladder:
Homo ex Machina
Down the ladder:
Idle Time
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Posted: September 12, 2007 1:34 PM PDT; Last modified: September 12, 2007 1:34 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0794687 Overall Rank: 6462 Comments:
"relization is a cheap matinee." I like--good write.
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Whiplashed, convulsive, her eyes are
a cheap matinee
moans fall from her carpet tongue
She arches; a rigid turnpike
Playing magic on myself ? try tying it back to the polecat or the movie theatre.
Still I likes.