a shimmer
of pain
mirage, you are
in your hot, hot heat
like quake, quiver, ripple
rise up
an apple
and choke, chafe, writhe
as I
breathe deep
and hold on
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Posted by boudica of suburbia at 11/22/2007
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5 comments:
B,
Kudos for this poem. It really gets to the heart of how I sometimes feel when facing a new day. Sad, but very true.
bravo! i loved the staccato feel of this poem. kinda made my tongue orgasm reading it out loud.
thanks, really thanks, in a very cheesey way it means a lot that people read my drivel.
I want to say "hugs" but I might have to gas myself later if I did so I'll settle with hmmm... "contact"
xxB
But I LIKE cheese.
Hi I haven't been here for ages, sorry but just a quick hello!
cheers,
Candy
http://gnosticminx.blogspot.com/
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