Synchronized Swimming

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He was willing but unable
to turn himself inside out.

He had been trying
for weeks
with no success.

If he were to go to the store
and buy a horse with no history
he might at least look life in the eye
as he crashed his car
into the concrete embankment.

He drove his horse to a parking garage
in a town that was inhabited
by people who had no idea
who the cat in the hat was.

The garage was in a bad mood
and the fast motion
of a look of regret
shuffled across his mind
as he watched the dishes
turn into an elaborate
musical production number.

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twelveoonetwelveooneabout 16 years ago
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absurd amondo, I would take my hat off if I had a head with no history.

What can I say? I'm a fan.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 16 years ago
Bill me

Dada poetry crunches like no other...

sweet GA peachessweet GA peachesabout 16 years ago
Well... well,

Do you think we could put the cat in the hat

on the horse ? I mean hey, lets really mess

with my mind.. Now Bill, I did enjoy the read

because the way you write is always in riddle to

me, lol.. is that because I am blonde ? hmm,

The words do have a nice feel to the tongue.

Thank you, from the bottom of my peach pick'n

heart !

kisses..

sGp

LeBrozLeBrozabout 16 years ago
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An odd little piece; it's not juicy juice but a more potent product of the grape.

normal jeannormal jeanabout 16 years ago
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this is a trippy poem, Bill. I loved it. The first two lines make it. I disagree with whoever said you need to tighten it, ( i only got a glimpse) the lines are already syllable tight, to me anyway. Good work sharing a glimpse into this mind.

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