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Observation of a stupéfait (Free verse) by Dental Panic This afternoon lightning hit
my freshly filled backtooth
and suddenly I understood
the leaves linguistics. The woods spoke
Babylonic. Admit it:
you've always been aware.
It was in the air. The slander in the sediment.
the stylish rustling
rumour, the finely veined presumption.
With a superhuman crack
I closed my mouth and let my tongue
bleed empty. Ow, what wit.
Up the ladder:
A Little Life
Down the ladder:
Styx
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Posted: July 31, 2005 5:01 PM PDT; Last modified: July 31, 2005 5:01 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.4370775 Overall Rank: 2987 Comments:
Cool. leaves', not leaves.
Another possible title: Mouths wide shut.
I loved the first two and last two lines. The others kinda reminded me of the theme song from Pocahontas. 238 view(s)
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leaves'
spoke.
rustling.
But what are you saying?
As for the meaning of the poem, well, I'm afraid that if I try to explain it I'll ruin my chances of getting across what doesn't seem to make sense. If you know what I mean.