The Sound of Gravity

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Hat me my going,
it’s almost today.

If the recent present
walks ten steps sideways,
will the army be able to
put down the intermission?

Mirror my potatoes
into a tire pump.

Meanwhile in the back of the mind
the boys are sittin’ ‘round making
headlights out of spit.

Island on ground level
to sell headlights to
dry mouths for all the barf
that fills a confessional on
it’s way to the indictment.

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TrollyTrollyabout 18 years ago
From Under the Bridge

Yuck. Poetry? Hardly.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
From Under the Bridge

Yuck. Poetry? Hardly.

f-cynyrf-cynyrover 18 years ago
almost lives up

to your name dada. the last lines seem to lose the random flow.

TheRainManTheRainManover 18 years ago
Most certainly, interesting reading.

Hat me my going,

it’s almost today . . .

is the best start to a poem that I've read here this new year.

I don't think the last 2 strophes, particularly the last one, carry the strength of the first three (and I'm okay with "barf")- but this is real good poetry. No doubt about it. :)

lobomaolobomaoover 18 years ago
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bless me farther

I have signed

my life love away

betype hard lines

entrenched in trenchant

bunkerky debrevity

his and her siding

somewhere I lost track

of all the pointless points

you seem to have found,

so can I borrow a cup of sugar?

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