There's a man stuck
on the back of my tongue; his
heart swivels between my
teeth. Perhaps
immune to listerine, stomach rejects
or maybe
he's hiding in the corner
of my throat, where
prayers exceed a six-inch reach.
A contest entry
- Quickie Contest - 2000 points for Gold by Nicole Hanna.
3500 points, ended March 15, 2007, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I've been searching this site for poetry that really speaks to me - think I might have found it. Excellent work - wonderful expression. Keep giving us more!
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I like this a lot...
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Thank you.
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oh my!
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Thanks Ro!
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to say i'm shocked this didn't take a trophy here is a hugh understatement...
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Your sentiments are much appreciated, but I guess in this world you win some.. then you don't lol.
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holy shit is this good...
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Thank you.
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Six inches? Hmmm...
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LOL
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Oh man, I'm so lovin' that last line. I mean, I'm really in love with it. I think I'll print it out and sleep with it all cuddly-like tonight.
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My first instinct was "nine-inch" but come on... we all know that's highly unlikely. lol
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