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2rivers
2rivers
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lately off dreaming
right up front
having a spell
of contemplation
on the tilt-a-whirl

holding hot
smiling at cold
stepping with the
sheep shearer
chatting with dead people

silent auctions
mute balloons
wind in hair
blind rage
with a sweet twist

2rivers
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LeBrozLeBrozabout 16 years ago
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This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>

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2rivers2riversabout 20 years agoAuthor
writer adds-

I feel an urge to explain this one.

It was made while I sat and tried to think of a poem to write. Scratchings in the dust waiting for the Pepsi truck to pull up.

?hey Vic, glad you could make it? as he raised the truck side like it was some garage door or New York store on Crime St.

?needs a little grease? Vic said,

?where?s my Coke??

?Pepsi. That?s all you?ll ever get from me, fucker?

?fuck you too, see ya next time?

"okay"

dust

Mia MooreMia Mooreabout 20 years ago
ahhhh

the pleasures of unkempt hair

and poems falling out, everywhere

:)

AngelineAngelineabout 20 years ago
Mixed Emotions abound

in this poem, but I've been on the tilt-a-whirl myself a few times, and I know how it is. That last bit of imagery is wonderful--like looking at a quartet of photographs. :)

WickedEveWickedEveabout 20 years ago
understand

I don't always have to understand your poetry to enjoy it. The words themselves are a pleasure.

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