the wind gleams and shivers
and snaps at the surrounding flags
occasional cars whir past
across the rain shine
headlamps cast spindly, intricate
tatoos on my pressboard cavern
i'm just gonna shiver with the wind
and listen to the distant roar
i'm just gonna sit here
with a stupid look on my face
and think about how uneducated I am
and how little I know
about art and poetry
above the din of
the fresh and clean crickets
unseen fowl screeches
more gleams
more shivers
more snaps
stare into the page
stare into nothing
grieve
grieve
feel sorry for yerself
rock
tree
bark
dirt
moon
there's nothing there
but a sore ass
and remnants of
a thieving rain
Author notes
I thought about my fibbing, fucking ex-wife, got depressed and wrote.
Written January 31st, 2006
A contest entry
- -Fibs and Fucks- by nick -.
1000 points, ended February 6, 2006, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice write. Very well written and increadable describtion. Your a very talented writer. You also have a really kool author page.
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hey baby.
I liked this.
Thnakkksnskns
for entering.
Nick
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