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Misplaced Life (Free verse) by Richard
You, a new flavor expanding
Across my dying taste buds
A sickness or virus with no cure
Wounded, without prejudice
A dirty welcome mat.
The cause for insecurity
Rusted bars of pitted iron
A busted headlight and cracked windshield
Twisted mirrors of an aborted life.
Cursed future's contracting
Extra small hangman's noose
Around a broken ankle
Dangling upside down.
Bailing is to no avail
A turbulent afterlife awaits
Peace is for strangers-
My home a graveyard in flames.
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Arithmetic Mean: 5.6
Weighted score: 5.0715218
Overall Rank: 6580
Posted: March 24, 2004 10:39 PM PST; Last modified: March 24, 2004 10:39 PM PST
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Across my windshield."
Richard, for this kind of [sadly very common] subject matter it needs to really stand out to, well, stand out.
Some good imagery here, but not truly striking.