A VOICE: Are you Number Nine??
Who? Me?! No!! ...
(At least I don't think so! Were we given numbers?
Have I forgotten?)
Is it ... important??
(Did I miss out on something important because I forgot the number they gave me?
How could I forget the number they gave me?!!
How could I forget they gave me a number??
... Did I?
... Did I forget??
...Or ... was there anything to remember?
AAAAAAAH----what the hell!)
It wasn't my number anyway!
...I mean if it was my number I would have remembered it!
...Wouldn't I?
And I don't remember anybody ever giving me a number! ...
Unless...
They meant some other number....
A contest entry
- plight of the individual by unraveled.
2000 points, ended July 19, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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i really liked that... but it could have gone somewhere greater perhaps. but that's so true, that the way people try and organise people is so rigid in comparison to the windy twisty forgetful mess of the human mind. well done!
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Thank you!
I agree. The piece is an experiment whose form has not been realized, but I think it's worth continuing...for the discovery if nothing else.
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this doesn't really seem like a poem to me... it doesn't have the flow or tone of a poem. it seems more like a list of thoughts.
thank you for the entry,
-cassidy
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Valid thought!
It's an experiment in free association/stream of consciousness that didn't capitulate when I wrestled it. I'll keep at it. Maybe it will evolve into something entirely new...maybe wonderful.
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