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paper fragments (Free verse) by skaskowski
monuments to my missing memories litter the streets of an abandoned bedroom city. i am a cardboard cutout dug out of a photo box, yellowing and faded. blown like a candy wrapper up and down the alley-ways, chased by countless other shaded, swirling whirling silhouettes. it's cold as death the moon is painted upon the plaster sky tonight. i ride on a breath the wind is a slow soft exhale breathed from her mouth tonight. i'm chilled and afraid my heart is a pasted paper scrap on my glossy chest tonight its beats sound like crinkling leaves. autumn is honestly opening my scotch-taped eyes tonight. and that's alright with me. i'm only part of a crumbling effigy. yeah, that's fine with me. i'd rather be here than under her blankets, but see? this roaming refuse carries my face back to her lips she breathes. inhaling my fear-stricken, bent, sick and sinful sorrow, tomorrow i'll pass through her blood.

Up the ladder: Aimless
Down the ladder: Swiftly

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.0
Weighted score: 5.119203
Overall Rank: 5667
Posted: October 16, 2003 5:02 PM PDT; Last modified: October 16, 2003 5:02 PM PDT
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[10] J.B. Manning @ 129.44.35.24 | 16-Oct-03/5:21 PM | Reply
wow, I love this poem.

my heart is a pasted paper scrap on my glossy chest
--is a great line

litter the streets of an abandoned bedroom city.
--is the best line

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[9] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 | 16-Oct-03/7:18 PM | Reply
This is quite nice; flowing, roaming within an easy pattern.

Having said that, I'm gonna haveta read it a few more times to figure out what the hell it's about - but, you know what? - I look forward to it.
[n/a] skaskowski @ 216.125.247.11 > Shuushin | 16-Oct-03/7:58 PM | Reply
thank you very much. here's a hint... there's a miniature city inside her bedroom as she sleeps, and when she breathes me in she remembers me the next day... and more stuff.
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