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 Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2006 1:55 pm
So Far, The Wind Has Blown South
The silverware had waltzed away
and I was left with tea cups floating
in a swamp. It asked me to pull the plug
and drain it of it's mudcakes.
It was long since the clock hands had taken
Dorian to the matinee where hankerchiefs
could flirt with her eyeliner. Yet I was not
to be taken by the hand to meet my
lover's gloves.
Under eye lashings hid an anxious question.
It flew with unraked leaves through hair and skirts.
Many spoonfuls of technology had
long since staked out behind my
tonsils when:
Ivan buttoned up his mind
and said, 'She asked
what hill it was that indecision
had blown you to.'
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 6:26 pm
Well, that was delightfully skewed. I don't know much about poetry, but I am addicted to snippetry, and I have to say, that was some damn good snippetry. It seemed so random and fleeting, and yet the same sort of regrettfulness lingered in each stanza. Not sure if thats what you were going for, but that's what I got out of it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2006 9:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 12:41 pm
It doesn't really make sence, but at the same time it feels like its telling a
story. I like that
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 6:43 pm
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