I watch.
The city.
The people.
High heeled
lolly pops
sell their souls,
to machines with
none.
Breathing rag
lays stuffed
in the corner
of the alley.
Daring duos
zig zag through
speeding bullets.
I watch.
From the comfort
of my bed.
Astroprojection.
A contest entry
- Food for the Famished Mind (NEED MORE ENTRIES!- ENTER!) by Shahrazad.
900 points, ended September 12, 2007, 19 entries
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I astro project, at will, at times. Or at least, I think I do! :)
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Good
good little poem, good luck! -
I liked the sort of cryptic imagery in this that kept me guessing as to what they mean. Very original Thanks for entering in this contest!
Also, just to clarify... were you refering to "astral projection": out of body experience? Or is astroprojection something else that I am unaware of?
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Thanks...
I looked up astroprojection and astral
projection....you tell me the difference....
Mahalo!
*PEACE*
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