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Click hereHeels stretching to stubble on the thigh,
She'll lacerate the pavements stares
Crease then stitch your stretching face,
Scrape a pelvis churned with wreaking foam
Spit the dreads of puerile sneaky feels.
And that protruding rear sticky trap?
Just pull the elastic up to the slushing
Self inflicted power surges,
Jolt that stride.
Feeble slack feet merely crumble
Hands slam a gaping spray display
Hysteria crotching the grinding plastic finger moulds.
Navigational aid.
Gussy embroidery picks you up
For the drive
Home.
playing with my mind in words decorated in a sensuall way <grin> nice write
you know, this poem is whacked! I like how you turn phrases inside out, leaving a dissonance-- makes me uncomfortable, but the kind of discomfort that makes me want to read it again. Not sure exactly what you were going for on some of this, but I loved the last line especially:
"Gussy embroidery picks you up
For the drive
Home."
I mean, no one has ever said that before.
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