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wretched

by Dental Panic

Member since 2005 · Posted 3 May 2005 · Edited 16 May 2005 · 2 comments

poetry I wrote with a lipstick on a mirror ode to the platitude so it would stay that way with nothing but a curse on the lips I saw you in your black silk pyjamas your eyes full of Asia that resented the futile pagans we once were me like a snowflake in leather and you the red herd that took the child out of me over three mountaintops I scattered you and still you’re not decayed

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[10] INTRANSIT 16-May-05/3:34 PM Reply
Judging by the quality of the poem, I'd say the only defect is the title. Welcome. keep your head about you.
Some carry Louisville Sluggers. Others, X-ray machines.
[n/a] Dental Panic › INTRANSIT 16-May-05/4:57 PM Reply
Thank you. The gipsy told me smoking will kill me - I'll light up, die reading.