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Never tried it, but here we go.

(Oh, and the statue is from Ozymandias)


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SOC(k)


My brain is a hunk of beef
trapped in a ziplock bag.
It floats in a bowl, filled to brim,
wrapped in the plastic sack.

My brain will kiss the slab tonight –
it’s red but soon I’ll burn:
My coke-bottle love,
my linguini-haired friend –

excuse my brash interjection, ...

I feel I create too many topics. I'm going to start posting most of my new poetry here so that others get the attention needed on the boards.



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Her tender frame –
slick and shaped
like the personality of a cursive s.

Her shoulders,
as I saw them,
tickled with light, spaghetti hair
and breathing – naked –
in the ochre, July air.

Distance ...

in Just-

by: e.e. cummings (1894-1962)


in Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame baloonman

whistles far and wee

and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
spring

when the world is puddle-wonderful

the queer
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
...

Updated 07-11-2011 at 11:22 AM by Squalid Glass

Tags: ee cummings

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Part 3:

Chapter 7: The History of the Autumn people
“The girl turns around looking surprised
Her expression could not be disguised.
“The old woman who died in the abbey was my mother,”
my son said, as his wife was to be in anger.
And then he lightly kissed her lips
As he was on his way to get a cup to have a sip
Of wine
“What would be supper for us to dine?”
asks my son as he sat down
and drinking the wine, as he

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Part 2:

Chapter 4: Knowing the Old Woman
Knowing where I want to be
As I stand at the mantle looking at the pictures.
But then I turn around, as the door swings open.
I grab my pipe and walk towards the door.
A soft autumn breeze has come into the cottage.
I walk out the door and slam it shut,
Making it tightly shut so it won’t swing open.
I sit down onto the log that fell last winter
In front of my cottage and I made it into a bench.

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