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Cockroaches (Free verse) by Jill Stockinger DISGUSTING!
Another cockroach
poem just ran across
my page.
STOP IT
before it gets away
on its little scribbling feet
and engenders
hundreds more
horrible little cockroach
poems; they multiply
so quickly.
STOMP!
There.
I think that ended it.
Oh no! It got away!
Up the ladder:
the product of repetition
Down the ladder:
Phoenix
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Posted: December 26, 2020 9:47 AM PST; Last modified: December 26, 2020 9:47 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1185646 Overall Rank: 5969 Comments:
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Dovina @ 127.0.0.1
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29-Dec-20/1:57 PM
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I imagine this being about poems that write, usually after considerable wine, and read the next day before they have escaped to somewhere, and they are like cockroaches--slimy infectious creatures. I keep them though, tuck them away for they are part of me, and in the right light and the right revision might become. Become what? Nothing probably, but who knows.
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