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Free verse № 147

Concrete Wet Dreams In A Paper Sack

Member since 2001 · Posted 16 Mar 2002 · 5 comments

it's impossible to cut your fear like you cut your hair so just remember your blues as you lick the bottom of my shoes hurting myself on misplaced furniture i wonder if i'll ever find a cure to the giant sore on my eyebrow the medicine's not working now i have to cut down on my sodium so i can eventually cut down on immodium...ad can you hear the screaming, yellow o's? i will eat them, but that's how it goes

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5 comments

[2] nentwined 16-Mar-02/1:21 AM Reply
Ummmmmmmmm. ok....? I don't get it at all. Especially the giant sore on your eyebrow. How do the stanzas fit together?
[0] anonymous 12-May-02/4:54 PM Reply
Two words: ca & ca
[2] shwenatjadeflower 12-Jul-02/2:00 AM Reply
cut out the whole last stanza and.... nevermind the first stanza with more would be a good poem and the second one with more too, but none of the stanzas go together
[7] Mister Cakes 25-Jul-02/1:21 PM Reply
decent poem this
[1] dilips_10 20-Sep-02/10:31 AM Reply
what r u telling???