Open Poetry #44 |
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Tracking Practice |
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Assassin_of_Verse Member
since 2007-10-23
Posts 330that So Cal |
Tracking Practice Rolling stones shackle gravity. But misery loves company. So pair me with weights. Rouse with blinking stabs, fresh and spoiled. The ground shakes; the mind splits. The Alpha and Omega axe swings. Mute the thudding pain. Life flowing; life spilled. Salt and light etched in bare flesh. Color blind movement, fearing nothing, frees the flood. Tears of Sweat that bleed like Blood. Sighs and shouts; grunts and grins. Boys slipping on wrinkled shirts. Girls swapping groans for giggles. Relief and ice end practice. 5/6/09 |
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zaxby Junior Member
since 2009-03-05
Posts 48California |
O.K I was in high school again geeking out the 300 meters sweat soaked tee shirt flapping in the breeze this piece brought that back home to me. nice work |
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