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susansnow
susansnow
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My voice has changed since the heartbreak. Walleye sit here cursed with memory as I reach for another beer. He lies. Unforgettable stutter damn my mind for being lost in itself while you sang. That voice, that voice! A green and gray bouquet tossed to filth. The rain came and I was not alone. I stare at that spot. I turn red with shame for what I've done. The Ace of Spades. The Jack fell right out of your hands and into a pile of other throw-aways. The mojo bag has disappeared. I tried for my cake and longed to eat it. All I keep saying to my therapist is four letter words and please stop looking at the clock. You think of me. I jumped from a cliff into cold long water. I've been cauterized at the wrists. My feet no longer hurt. I heard once that penguins mate for life no matter because there is nothing in the world worse than a flightless bird. Pleasure can turn to torture when everyone is looking. Trying hard to keep my courage up, wonder how much a fishing license might cost. I just want to feel the tug on the line and be forced to do something.

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tazz317tazz317over 9 years ago
A RAMBLING SEQUENCE

far from the asylum of thought. TK U MLJ LV NV

TrixareforkidsTrixareforkidsalmost 10 years ago
Cursed with memory

Indeed! I've been saying for years that happiness is a selective memory.

Here though there is beauty in the pain.

AngelineAngelineabout 11 years ago
Like this a lot

but I think in the piece the form works against the content somewhat because there are great lines like this one: "I heard once that penguins mate for life no matter because there is nothing in the world worse than a flightless bird." that get lost in the text. I'm guessing you prefer this kind of shaping and if so, you could still make the key lines stand out by cutting carefully what is around them. Just my opinion, but overall a poem full of action and disjointed jumpiness that grabs the reader.

SweetOblivionSweetOblivionabout 11 years ago
more prose than poem

but still a nice capture. S.O.