I’m not sure what he wants
A scream is not good enough
To see me broken
It may, might, move something
Like some old cartoon
I hiccup from the drink
that’s dank and brackish
I know I drown
in brown water, but it’s red to me
One day I’ll see and stop hungering
My heart, it’s too edible
and I’ll stop my hands
even these mental
Freudian slips, my own ship
Maybe I’ll decide to disconnect
Every cord that’s plugged
Into everyone, my own words
Anything electric that’s fired
and so very Fried
In a list
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I still remember "Johari's Window" from 7 years ago... It still haunts me.
You have always had an intense way with words.
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Playing with those damnable words
again, I see.
They're DANGEROUS...to me. I'm banging my head between hard liquor and harder hearts these days.
It is the absolute truth that we're never done with losing, friend, but the horror comes when we feel like we're done with winning. I'm there. OK...I gotta go give
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You keep writing! We all have more to TAKE from YOU!~) Haha!
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I like your casual rhyme here & I hear shades of Stephen Crane in the third stanza. Always good to read your words...
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It's the distraction into chaos, where everything and nothing is ever enough. Why does the presence in the blood feel sometimes like a plague.
Jules. Hello Jenn long time no hear.
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perfect
♥
whisper
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total disconnection so long as not from pages. there has to be a last resort. there's a fair amount of chaos between the lines (and within them) that reverberates unsettlingly and if this is your intent then it's a job well done.
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Job well done Mr. Mcgee
'Tis the intent.
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I adore the sound of
"To see me broken
It may, might, move something" i think i could just keep saying that over and over and over again.
You StILL move me... very very good
always,
~ wendy
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framed and played...
jam sickle of a Plastic Ono bend. what I see in the "hanging out" of this poem is a filed transition between the pangs and bangs of physicality. a crammed definition of extended matting, framed only by that which you have plugged and unplugged for the purpose of safety and redirection. nice to read your samplings again. ~ EZB
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and we hear the past as it creeps up through veins and artteries and the dislocated parts of us, mend and heal and mend and heal and then snap or we snap the picture, maybe if you re-boot so to speak, it might lead to new shiny parts..
and even the fried bits will glow a little too..
yes
beautimous Jen... you are
Gilly.xxx
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my wires cross from time to time....
no matter how much I unplug them..
and from there it's a trip through the circuits
waiting for something to snap the current
or for the current to snap me..
there are so many ways to be fried..
at least when I am, everything has halos
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