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On getting back (Free verse) by horus8 On getting back;
Who are you said plant to yr
hazel. I am witch.
I am your sore thumb.
Glass explodes
Death Gardel.
& 7:30 comes.
My grandfather has a flesh eating bacteria.
1966 jungle parasite.
STAFF SEEPING IN GAUZE
JESUS ANTI PALM PRINT.
Black blood & full moon
Pull
push
fog
lighthouse
Tahoe
I lick my cold sore
Who in the fuck are you.
I am yr bad hand.
I am yr rat trap
snapping dragon
poppy sac kneel
cuspid slip
yawn nap
then twilight
and Columbian
guitar for my family
aye yah yah yah yah yah.
ku-cko ru cu-cko.
I am yr long nail.
When I luv for keeps.
I keep.
Mini van
Arco
Mexican eyelash & miniature cantalope
When I was five I climbed trees.
Yes trees
I hid
I was silent & forgetable
I extended
I still am.
pulling from and to
shadows.
Now scratching at the shudder.
rattle breath you do howl low
you do
still &
yr mine, and
only a vineyard
and a grape walk
and a long talk
can save us now.
Save us now
and happen.
Recording
yr yesterdays.
-- by the prince of storms & twilight.
Up the ladder:
Wigging out
Down the ladder:
A Reflective Window
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.918919
Posted: September 8, 2003 10:28 PM PDT; Last modified: September 8, 2003 10:34 PM PDTWeighted score: 6.918682 Overall Rank: 205 Comments:
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Bill Z Bub @ 24.43.48.67
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8-Sep-03/10:56 PM
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Bello! beautiful, man. Imagery cut apart and stacked and exploded. Assimilated and studied and polished into a shiney black metal ball, just small enough to swallow.
Very vivid, thoroughfare.
welcome back and let the maddening begin
Hello friend, yr'e always high up there in my book too.
image and ambiguity, violence
a fine piece
Thanks, I love yr work too.
Damn...that's one good piece. I'm impressed.
Thank you, but when I edit it next, it will soar.
I think you may have neglected to arrange all of your lines into the corrcet order. Be more careful next time.
No dave, i don't think that I will, but thanks for yr comment. I'll keep that in mind if I ever want to design a really kitsch usewername. lol.
That's my real name as it appears on my birth certificate, I'll have you know.
0... nothing...
Do you wish me to cry? Or are you just an oarless crank.
silent and forgetable..
Save us now and happen. you have a way with words. My grading of your poem is ridiculous and can't matter. why would you care what I say it's worth. you've got it and I dont. 9 anyway. 450 view(s)
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