This,
doctor,
is nothing more than an overdose of color-
Paint her flawlessly black
and she will melt back
into the tarmac.
I spoke briefly with the divine
and he said it was so,
he said it was so
so you lie and "no,
no
it is only a henna
tattoo-stain,
nothing real."
Nothing more
than eye-tao
with a mildly Buddhist paintbrush.
Regardless,
it was probably Zoroaster.
(Who?)
Really,
must you draw the lines so thickly, dear,
must you be so very
very
specific?
Isn't it slightly more elliptic
than Allah will tell you?
Isn't it slightly more closeted?
Still
you must be damaged and
that will cost you approximately
three and a half
Hail Mary's
and you will
burn.
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425 points, ended October 23, 2007, 72 entries
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It seemed a bit cryptic. At one point I thought I was following it, and then another part seemed to come in that didn't really seem to have anything to do with the situation. At least, not from my point-of-view. I guess this is one of those pieces that: you had to be there - to understand.
I like the title, though.
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