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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
The chair is solid against my body; I am an object at last at rest. The air is still and warm about me, I get up and move toward the window The bed is soft around my frame; I have finished that awful summer. The living water seeps from my skin, I stand and throw away the covers The computer screen commands me; I must write this foolish poem. The words rattle on repetetively, I listen for my friends' laughter The work is hard, the hours are long; I know I've made my big dent in debt. The guys show me my mistakes in God, I sit here spilling out this crap The life looking down on them is cool; I am the badass from the world outside. The dude is proper and calm with me, I look up at him from my tough guy blind 2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2 |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Ahh...fractal! So good to see you posting after my extended hiatus! (Likewise, still great to read your postings!) As always, metaphoric starkness that is well received. I've enjoyed your work! Lose one friend... Lose all friends... Lose Yourself... |
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