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almost 12.30 (Free verse) by Dental Panic and Walter is reading
words off billboards: GIVE.
BE. SLIP. FIT.
Sure, he wants to but in a minute
the bus arrives from Old Sincere
and his mother is on it
with a suitcase full of facts,
dadâs remorse, jacket prayers
and a glass for denture bits.
Up the ladder:
Missing - You
Down the ladder:
a time of dynamics
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Posted: January 16, 2007 5:02 PM PST; Last modified: January 16, 2007 5:02 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.476812 Overall Rank: 2824 Comments:
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ecargo @ 167.219.88.140
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17-Jan-07/12:26 PM
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Hi DP. This is like an amuse bouche--tasty but leaves one wanting more. Full of suggestive (in a nonprurient sense) little oddities that seem to imply more, more--the last line lost me though. And I'm not sure what the tie-in with Genesis is (assuming that's why you referenced it in your amusing exchange with our resident longbeard/provocateur)--but I can be dense about such things.
Powerful use of overture, with a fission of piquant denotation. It starts as a veritable romp around avenue failure before firting with the bridge of disaster only to be swept along by a torrent of unutterable excellence.
I was thinking about a reply to ecargo, but you took the words right out of my mouth.
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