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Invasion (Free verse) by INTRANSIT Last night
an angry Muskie
snuck in through my window well.
She swam upstairs and bashed
a lamp setting the light free.
She searched fo me, swatting a picture
from the wall and spilling petals to
the floor.
When she found me, I started to run,
dodging in and out of rooms, but to no avail.
She picked up my collar with her hook
shaped lower jaw.
Then, with ever increasing speed she swam
loops through my kitchen,exited,accelerated more and
stopped short of the dead end hall sending me face first
into the wall. WHAMWHUMP!
Dazed, I lay watching her with my peripheral vision
as she entered the bedroom and flipped the bed
like a pancake. KAWHAM!
I heard her mutter:"you work for me now"
as she lingered towards the garage.
I heard the THUMP! as she left behind
her tailprint in the quarter panel of my car.
Up the ladder:
Baron Von Paranoia's lurid chap book
Down the ladder:
Bad Timing
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Posted: May 31, 2003 8:09 AM PDT; Last modified: May 31, 2003 8:09 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.4994626 Overall Rank: 2728 Comments:
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zzinnia66 @ 64.252.90.210
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31-May-03/10:49 PM
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funny
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INTRANSIT @ 152.163.252.7
> zzinnia66
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1-Jun-03/9:28 AM
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yes,. but what does it mean? I honestly don't know myself. lol
That's funny. Thanks for the email trickster, the other day. You're right it's been a blast, and to me worth every hour. Thanks for your critiques. I think I'm drunk or just gay now, but what the fuck right?! This sight has really taken my writing further than I would of ever thought plausible, and in the long run, as someone that needs writing more then anything else I believe. I believe that in itself to 'be' the real 'gift' behind Kaolin Fire's poemranker.com whether it was -=Dark_Angels=- sheer fucking brilliance, or Zinnia's eloquence, Settles insanity, or God's wife's passion I was there, you have Intransit's courage, Razorgrin's wit, Katie nievity, Nentwind's insomniatic chirpings, Beel Z bubs anectdotes, and Beakism's beak I was there, motherfucker, deal with that. I read poetry sixteen hours a day. I am a poet. I am crazy enough to say that with a sneer of contempt, and pull out my cock an piss on your shoe with a belch, fart, hello. Poemranker gave me the armor encased penis to do a thing that brazenly superior. People say, "how did you find the time? "I think" how couldn't I find the time?" I'm a writer, that's what I do with my time. I write as much as I fucking can; That's all I'm good at, and, as with everything else on this accursed planet, sometimes I aint even good at that. Poemranker is a good place to bring up your kids, trust me, I know, I live here.
Amen. Thank you, Handrinosan.
Sexy. Well written. Trying changing 'dead-end hall' to just dead hall. That penultimate couplet's a killer. I like this fish, she's my kind.
hahah, funny. Lingered toward the garage?? strange and, somewhat ineffectual word choice there. How does one linger toward something?
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