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Free verse № 1725

His Word

by swift_enterprises

Member since 2002 · Posted 12 May 2002 · 1 comment

again and again Nose to eye to skin on chin and then a word impolite sky over camaro sci-fi driving patina of welded horizon ahead mythic proportions from every angle and direction microbic planet sensibilities come pumping in again and again "my my" protagonist muses sees the wet bruises on banana peel just dropped stops at the roadside, watches all the traffic cruise by and knows that soon he must die his word is "why" why why why?

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[1] anonymous 17-May-02/9:02 AM Reply
you know, this is just an idle ramble signifiying nothing. Why don't you write about something that means something... or is that too much of a commitment? Is that too risky?