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Robutussin

ale for a stomach ache
wine for wisdom
flaring heart swollen
from holding its breath

sticking the forbade
clamors on the walls
in a cellar for wine
for wiseguys
for aches
that emulate
fake heart rates

braille smiles
vile lips
cursing eyes
pale, desolute, beneficial
loss

spurred by herds
of violent sheep
kicking dust
into our sleep

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  • Katilina
    September 3, 2007

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    Nice diction and word play. I also like the tone of your poem. I like you slight subtext that shows a loss of wisdom. Adds great effect.


  • Bohemian Complex
    July 14, 2007
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    Let your mind run wild, I suppose.

    Interesting write, my friend.