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Free verse № 31448

strange beds (1983)

by Bill Z Bub

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Dec 2002 · Edited 12 Jan 2003 · 8 comments

Her parent's bedroom, I assume, from the smell of stale perfume. A charge, a socket surging. Thin and bruised from play in those high summer days, with her sister's boyfriend's praise. She jumped to try and pin me down. And the bed collapsed. Then we ran.

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8 comments

[n/a] Bachus 22-Dec-02/8:43 PM Reply
i almost don't wanna see that last sentence. i thought is was perfect up until that ummm. think on that then i'll come back and vote later, but i'll probably will give it a ten, just for the last stanza alone(not including last sentence) read that bad boy ten times out loud by itself. lol. strong strudel filler batman. how well do you know razorgrin.?
[9] scitz 23-Dec-02/3:30 AM Reply
***9** your a talent Mr Z.
[8] <~> 23-Dec-02/8:02 AM Reply
like it
[9] razorgrin 23-Dec-02/9:11 AM Reply
Cool. I like the last line, but maybe i'm just raving mad. I don't know Mr.Bub, bachus. not to my knowledge, at least
[8] INTRANSIT 23-Dec-02/2:11 PM Reply
S-3 cornfuses me a bit. I am getting young lust from it though.
[9] hipster flare 13-Jan-03/9:55 AM Reply
nicely done. solid 9.
[9] horus8 15-Jan-03/8:03 PM Reply
Sorry, i've been just missing you lately.9
[9] deleted user 16-Jan-03/8:05 PM Reply
needs more