Open Poetry #34 |
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monday |
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davidmerriman Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 123Dallas, TX |
The long, thin shaft of white, Packed up little cigarette Slipped down from in my mouth To splash along my stomach. The churning waves of Diet Coke With mashed up, pulpy beef and Processed, saucy fruits that bloom from Flowers made of plastic wrappers. Alone I sit, somewhat sick And sleepy, weekend gone And mind away from centered, Simply feeling, cradling this Strange sensation, like laying In some restless spot, some place where Mere thoughts crawl up mountains to Emerge from out their ether. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I think I would be sick feeling, too ![]() M |
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wandering glider Senior Member
since 2001-04-04
Posts 501aloft |
fresh air in draft spring water to quaff a tonic away from the routine day glider |
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