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Tilted
Location: Maine
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my first poetry post...
Perhaps I'll begin with a haiku:
Gratification Oily wet between our legs Burning like a coal And some freeform: fumble, fumble words without meaning seep through my lips and call themselves verse tit tat of diversion crawling into my mouth overwhelming my brain and spewing its false credits out the tips of these nimble fingers |
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Falling Angel
Location: L.A. L.A. land
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I like them both, a lot. The second one is especially cool, I like the idea of poetry going through the mouth, to the brain instead of the more typical vision of brain to mouth.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come." - Matt Groening My goal? To fulfill my potential. |
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