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Failure (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones I have the reverse Midas complex;
everything I touch turns to -
what, exactly? I don't even know that.
The opposite of gold, base metal, rotting excrement,
filth of whatever type.
I can do nothing right,
I turn nuggets of beauty in the mud
into convulsions of despair.
Up the ladder:
On Haiku
Down the ladder:
Pressing Matters in the White House
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Posted: August 16, 2003 2:30 AM PDT; Last modified: August 16, 2003 2:30 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7745 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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16-Aug-03/12:59 PM
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I once turned a ham sandwich into a six inch auburn turd off to the treatment plant.
Interesting. I wonder if you could expand this. Or add more lines, more feeling, more examples. It seems like there is so much more to it. Pretty good though.
Thank you for your comment. I wrote this in five minutes when I was very pissed off because I'd set off for a long bike ride but I got a puncture about a hundred yards from my front door and had to go back. It could be expanded, I suppose it's really just the beginning of an idea, but then it wouldn't be a perfect record of how I felt at that time anymore.
There is no "Perfect Record," in time. Only or recollection of it. Write on, my friend. You have talent.
Scraping the crust off with FACT-shaped spoon, these are the news headlines:
MAN WITH REVERSE MIDAS COMPLEX TURNS OWN FACE INTO PILE OF GUTS RANCID OCTOCARP FOUND SINGING IN DRAWER EAT MY LEG OFF PLEADS MUTANT BEEF PROBE Those are the headlines.................. goodnight. 231 view(s)
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