Open Poetry #43 |
premonition |
brian sites Senior Member
since 2002-06-25
Posts 1475usa |
I feel a curl of hands coming on a walk on a block of feetwood a death of distraction a no longer unfocusedment a forced----meat of nonloafment oh bring it on! I tire of Unemployment Raise my mind to the highest Numbing it is worth the Dollar to feed my 39th dumbing |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Raise my mind to the highest Numbing awww, I hope things get better...enjoyed your play on words M |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
I enjoyed your clever poem. I rrrrrrrrrreally hope that you get a job soon. - Owl |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
It's very Irish, how you stack your words of stone. But I hear the voice of the Ameriman screaming, the mortar that holds it all together--damn baby. You are so........Joycean. and Bri-man too. |
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