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this tuesday morning

Member since 2002 · Posted 20 Oct 2002 · 8 comments

The street shines with the winter rain Each splashing puddle mocks my pain. I want to dash out of this place But I know I'm losing this race. The sky scowls and I want to cry In this bus stop I think I'll die.

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[6] INTRANSIT 20-Oct-02/3:04 PM Reply

I like all three, but I'm a little confused about"fruit punch". How long does it take the sun to set in Oregon on I-5 in the summer?6

[1] <~> 21-Oct-02/11:18 AM Reply

hey wow. this rhymes. IT MUST BE A POEME!!!!

[n/a] god'swife 1-Dec-02/9:18 AM Reply

Is it 'but I know' or 'because I know' Change the last line.

[4] horus8 10-Dec-02/11:56 AM Reply

i think you have concrete confused with cement.???

[7] blurryphotograph 10-Jan-03/5:56 PM Reply

mmm...i like this. images that i can relate too.

don't you hate standing at the bus stop in the rain?

[6] <{Baba^Yaga}> 10-Jan-03/6:37 PM Reply

here's an idea. go back inside, get a loan. buy a car. bohemian rhapsody..that's it nentwined i got it...freddy mercury! (not you tea cup, something i read earlier). yes MOMA MIA MOMA MIA MOMA MIA MAGNIFICO! (also:not this teasip [or whatever your damn name is] the song}.

[1] hipster flare 1-Oct-03/9:56 AM Reply

A Concrete poem is a conglomeration of words (sometimes one word repeated over and over) whose overall shape is a key to the concept it presents. There are no truly agreed-upon conventions, but a natural elegance of arrangement is often striven for.

Sometimes the poem can be read in multiple directions from different starting points, depending on the shape of the form and the curiousity of the reader.

[3] Tman 9-Feb-07/9:19 AM Reply

a little perdictable