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B3jamboree Junior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 33Michigan |
The pen is my poppy It is the poem I poke through my epidermis It is prose that lingers on my breath It is words that mingle with my humors I ejaculate words I vomit words I suck the emotion Of a series of words Through a cotton ball Into my syringe I tap the needle I hold the turniqute tight I prod the willing vein I ejaculate words Onto the stomach's of daughter's of Joe Anywhere Onto the small's of the back's of John Doe's sons I piss words I relive myself of them on mailboxes of people I don't like I piss them in dark allys at three thirty in the morning I sweat words In a factory where the men have little appreciation for them I work at them there as if I were not part of the real world I cry words Into secret notebooks hidden beneath my matress The ink is blurred with salty dried drops Words are me I am words |
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Match Member
since 2002-07-01
Posts 286Canada Edmonton |
This is by far a great poem, I enjoyed it so much, Keep writing  -ash I wear my crown of thorns |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
i understand where you were going wiht this, but personally i didnt enjoy it, it seemed to me you were trying to hard to make an allogory of this poem(i could be wrong) but for an allorory to work it has to work as a poem first...it is not that it was to graphic or anything, because i liked how the words came out, but i think it could use some work... "in a past life i was a woodcarver's knife: the sharpend blade of a wood cutter, the eldest son of the chief's brother: a maker of drums" |
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