Open Poetry #18 |
One Time at Band Camp |
wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
Songs sung Rhymes wrung From sweaty hands of lovers Who place a Cold Quaint Attitude To use beneath the covers The word they want 'Security' “It’s pure To me” They say The blanketed effect Of lust Is love In diff’rent way But that’s a pathetic fallacy In truth their names are sown Inside their jammies Off at camp Their parents should have known Neither want this night to end They live on sep’rate coasts Forever Never Severed Ties “In life you make the most” Counselor makes the rounds He wouldn’t miss a thing bangs His nightstick on the rail “Lights out” He likes to sing Reality finds them both in bed spouses written from their heads houses turned into the dead and now Suh We hopes there’s Somethin said Something outside of the tensioned “Maybe” Cuz neither know bout birthin babies [This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (02-07-2002 01:23 AM).] |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
This doesn't sound like any band camp I ever attended... hm... Maybe that's my problem... Interesting write, wayout.. |
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RosePetal
since 2001-08-26
Posts 2985South Florida |
hey walt, your title drew me in, im sure you know why |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) Soooooooo clever and wonderful, sweet friend, I too have never recalled a band meeting like that! (big hugggsssss) I love it, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Walter, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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elisaseyes Member
since 1999-07-15
Posts 196fort worth texas |
What you doing in the pie? |
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