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AKA Poets (Free verse) by Skamper
I turn pages
blanking
so tired
a little angry
with you/myself
words -
wrapped in new fangled type-set
offend me
catagory - Poetry
the temerity of minds
whirring through
rolladexâs
with pens attached
scribbling frantically
staring at the wall
for inspiration
dry me
My nose bleeds
from inhaling your
plucked idealism
you call cleverness
he called it
imagination
before that it was
revolutionary
Go away
NO â wait - I will leave
for if you even
twitch
in a backward direction
the fool behind
will shuffle forward
in passing off himself
as fresh
and -
deodorized thoughts
reeking -
transfer
osmetically
between shallow smiles
and vapourous wit
another gormless nodding
inked dribbler
oozing boredom
chinways
dropping ideas
fumbled from
your fingers to his
we need no introduction
we're generically related
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Posted: November 13, 2007 9:51 PM PST; Last modified: November 13, 2007 9:51 PM PST
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Temerity-perfect.