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sit place (Free verse) by kingit I sit behind my face in a
forgotten little, dark room in the back of my
head peering out where slivers of light
fly in jabbing, stabbing reflecting
cadaver red empathy rains down hot tears on the inside
numb concrete outside split brain behind shit
face & ball-point penis.
Up the ladder:
Your Fable
Down the ladder:
Endless Loop Of Dot Dot
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Posted: October 13, 2003 1:30 PM PDT; Last modified: October 13, 2003 1:30 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.0 Overall Rank: 7610 Comments:
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god'swife @ 67.73.35.29
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13-Oct-03/2:17 PM
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You're interesting. Do you ever perfom these?(they seem like performance)
I need a gimmick-- like stabbing chicken or making creme brule, while doing the read
my poor aching [split] brain.
I keep trying to see patterns. ooo - you could d o u b l e s p a c e them too!(seriously). Maybe with chicken brule, btw.
some nice lines, if thats what they are.
the layout doesn't seem to add to the poem, I think it detracts 209 view(s)
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