Haven't

No, goddamn,

I haven't got the

fuck, my hands,

my head,

I haven't got the

motherfuckery,

the flat-backed, brass,

the words.

Sometimes,

I can almost see the way,

almost find,

almost,

but then the words

drop away into,

crumble, tumble -

I haven't got the

gone

A contest entry

Spirit by Nicole Hanna. 4000 points, ended July 13, 2008, 19 entries
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LalalalaLoopstah
August 7, 2008

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I didn't think I was going to like this at first because I thought it was just going to be random curse words. But I'm very glad that I kept reading, I ended up liking it a lot! There are so many times when the words I need evade me also!!

Just as a side note: Did you know that no matter how incredibly wasted an individual is,or how slurred their speech is, the word motherfucker always comes out clear as a bell? s'true......true little fun fact!
Nicole Hanna
July 12, 2008

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I love how it feels so haphazard, thoughts come and go, a lot of things come and go, and you're kinda left thinking to yourself "What the...?" lol This has that confuddled sort of feeling like that. I'm diggin it. Thanks for entering.
Saffron
July 11, 2008
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Oh--I forgot to tell you that I really like the Scottisms in this one, too--"motherfuckery" even rolls off the tongue well. Who knows, it may even become the new thang to say (oh, the motherfuckery of it all...) You do come up with some really interesting word-twists, Scott.
Saffron
July 11, 2008

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You might say this isn't a bit introspective, but I think I know better. I am glad to see you posting new things again. You were no doubt inspired while sitting in that dust-storm orange room of yours...