Fuck the tangles man; its got no avenues
No real way of bucking up sky plateaus
Or funeral bumping the enchilada mama
they were regal like that, farmed out
spuds bent on eye balling the big pond
A utopia of stepping stone hot meals
and amphetamine lobster antennae
I saw it with my own eyes
and left
the place
with
out
my
pants on,
or any right recollection of recollecting...
That was the funny thing
Wine stains and matches
She had a vine tattoo
clitoral dynamite.
Author notes
Written April 12th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Contest: Dada Decadents { fin-de-siecle } by Zayra Yves.
300 points, ended April 14, 2006, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Clammy vagina, that's the only part didn't grab me. I like poem.
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thank god, these jumbo shrimp in ass sass has been gving me the bricks.
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put down the pipe and back slowly away from the giant clam. daddy's here with the clarified butter.
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Good thing you're in California. If you left without your pants in Iowa, it would be chilly.
This is an excellent poem for the contest you've entered. I'm impressed, and that's rather rare lately. -
I don't fucking get it man. But it sounds good! HA HA
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Did the vine ripple like the clam?
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Very enteraining and comical...and so YOU! No one else around here writes like this.
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Damn man... you got in some states whilst under the influence of the falling down water... lololol
Jeremi, this is superbly done.. it's just enough to be off the cuff, yet it has a tangible reality to it..
strong contender in my view...
loved it
~GILL~x -
The ending is vintage
cool write
best wishes
Peace Muddy -
Or funeral bumping the enchilada mama-
this line made me giggle -
thanks for entering- very creative
m
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