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Kilter

I'll sit by the table,
on a flower-print chair,
splitting neutrons,
    atoms,
      neon,
until the splinters
on my legs smooth back down.

I could be sitting here for hours,
drinking in the angles,
(all too tangible, and crooked)
ache by ache
with the flat and rampant door

Author notes

paxil. no, seriously, I feel stoned. what the fuck is this.
things are completely out of proportion. i got up in the middle of class to touch the top of the door because i thought it was 3 feet tall.
Written February 11th, 2006

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  • Kafnen
    April 10, 2007

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    Unsure

    I like what seems to be happening here but I have been out of poetry for so long that I feel I may have missed something. You did good.


  • porksnorkel
    February 19, 2007
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    you should put the author's comment in the poem.


  • Abby Eyeball
    June 16, 2006
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    Your author's comments make me laugh. I love the twists and turns your tongue makes out with words... literally...

    Abby Eyeball


  • belac
    June 16, 2006
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    yes

    wow it was like I was reading a painting, very abstract in a way, poetic words and feel to this.


  • agogsmurf
    March 8, 2006
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    haha dissection was the point. thanks alot.


  • clutteredskies
    March 7, 2006
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    this is very interesting. I love how the feeling of this is intense, but in a literal way, what you are talking about seems obscured by the very nature of its presentation. It's mysterious, but not in the sense that it can or should be 'solved'.
    I'm strange I guess, and most don't enjoy reading poetry that often leaves them feeling more confused than ever.. the process of reading that sort of thing and trying to understand it is akin to dissection. You can section off each part and try to understand its function, but in the process the whole is destroyed and is again left to the imagination. I don't know where I'm going with this.. so I'll just stop. I enjoyed the poem much.
    Edited on Mar 07, 4:15 p.m. because 'typorama'.


  • Barbie
    March 6, 2006
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    This reminds me of your earlier pieces, which brought me to love you. Barbie. Xx


  • editorinchimp
    February 21, 2006
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    i really like this as it is right now. yes, very much so.


    mine were effexor and ritalin, and the latter still gives me a boost every now and again when i'm particularly bogged down.


  • Clyde1023
    February 12, 2006
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    paxil for you eh?
    welbutron for me...
    i guess you have to take it or leave it, eh well, i guess that means its my turn to add, lol
    i'm working on it
    great write
    don't expect much from mine

    -cait

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