Sunday, October 4, 2009

for whatever it's worth...

A calloused piece of flesh
stripped from a badly deconstructed torso;

I'm the man you embraced,
whose death is but a series of tomorrows.
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2 comments:

  1. veroniqueOctober 4, 2009 at 5:20 PM

    ♦
    the last two lines snagged my attention.
    Are you referring to slow and incremental
    death or death of a different kind?

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  2. AnonymousOctober 4, 2009 at 6:40 PM

    personally, calloused leathered torso lesion strips ignite me like smoked jerky in a mequite bomb shelter.....unless I have to experience it.

    your poitry makes me throw up a tiny bitbile in my mouth, that I savor like bovine cud. THAT is beauty. seriously, if I could evoke such emotion by scrabble arranging words, as I do, but be as (a)effective as you do...I would still be strung conscious meatbot jerky.

    yours truly,

    unruly(even to the point of empepilepsy) trout

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