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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas 
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Last night I dreamed of you among traceries of cobweb dew Traipsing I followed through each room of darkened gloom. I called out your secret name, just a ploy in dream game, When a cast iron frying pan across my brow did me trepan. Requisite birds around my head, laying little chicken eggs Which fell, with deft aplomb, into the pan like little bombs Exploding in yellow and white unbroken, what a sight! As the shells which dropped, neatly over the edge flopped. The brown sizzle sizzle grist deftly flipped with supple wrist Drew me along the until her eyes burned through cobweb lies Along the length of serpantine arm, give an inch, 8 feet long. Still I knew not fear as I was pulled between her ears. Then, when attention she gained, with me in and on her brain, And on the ears of dust mites, I heard faintly to my right A soft little tick, sounding just like 'scha-schlick', Said something about trimming fat; would I like sausages with that? Now I'm getting scared. Alicat 12-16-03 [This message has been edited by Alicat (12-16-2003 02:34 PM).] |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smile. Theraflu did all this?  I longed to HEAR this'n aloud and I can't read like you--but then again, sometimes silence might be safer for you, yes? (and now I'm hearing that country song, "you've been talkin' in your sleep...") *shudder* (another flashback from "The Compound Daze") Thanks for still yet another smile-- Hugs. |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
An enjoyable little poem. I loved your way of taking common cliche imagery and recasting it into a unique experience. 2+2=5 for sufficiently large values of 2 |
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