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Tramp Poet Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 754Could Be Anywhere... 
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DARKLING Laughter comes haunting again striking, vicious from the fog. Swirls of reality, intricately twisted lay like snakes within his mind. Reality? ancient, multi-coated dresser with sticky, wasted drawers. Picked, scabbed, scratched to bone layered like onion in his hand. Neon sings false, phony promise flashing, rhythmic in it's stabbing. Another empty, sweet, black lie his life unravels, floods his mind. Darkling folks play cops, robber just outside in the preys world. Inside the fog twists in expectation evil laughter in surrounded sound. Tears ripped, fall in rhythm with flop house, neon programming. Downtown; anywhere, anyplace, anytime evening sport, emerging in his mind. Tis a storm, lightning perhaps citizens scurry with all the rest. Black and white rolls worthless patrol the window feels real under his hand. Slipping into dear, oldest friend trusted this darkest of night. Anticipation quickens, blood races taste familiar comes to mind. Darkling folks whispering...terrorized tales of prey stalked...despicable acts. The snakes coil together, excited as the laughter drives him into the fog. ~~~~~~~~~~~~  |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You paint a skillfully vivid picture here, TP... I like this line best... "Swirls of reality, intricately twisted lay like snakes within his mind" |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Daniel~ Such a poignantly painted piece of poetry~ Most enjoyable render to ponder~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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