Buried deep past midnight with dylan in my ear
softly speaking 'spite the carriage noise I feel your prescence near
and moonsnores, art and rage and beauty, how peculiar, darlin
and through the murders in the dark there aint nothing to fear
I hear you breathing.
Could stay awake all night here, I got time
probly will but then my thought will fade
highlight the distance to your mind
Just how long will I see you
as you truly are
all the previous genii that outshone you
were just a shootin stars
linear evolution the solution to a less dreams
Must be this time for theres far more than even then seems
Watchin the beat poet blowitt
Ha! Can't epitomise wi'n your gallery of evory words
Rich
let go the irreverently sexy sunbask
Last to come but best to show
sparrowlegs soulfly projection
all fine as hell but need not know
Or the 'sperion love and brilliance
one forgets for humbled piers
It's fuckin there ..
While you still care
Let it stay ever
Why is it
When nothings happening and I need Your soaring mind
there's never anything to say
and why is this
inclination to regret it
when you come or when you walk away
Moreso the latter.
Orange moon
(cos of dying sky)
satan's town's all seeing eye
must get lonely up there
frog_spawn stars look happy
but in the end more a billion miles apart
giant piece of art
by some hillbilly poor lost soul.
(I hear you breathing).
Author notes
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A contest entry
- T is for Thomas - Dylan Thomas - Contest by just mercedes.
800 points, ended August 19, 2008, 6 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Choices Contest - Big Points Available by Yunalonei.
800 points, ended August 26, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I am reading and re-reading this. It's startling and amazing. Congratulations on the bronze trophy.
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Thank you for your fine entry into the Dylan Thomas contest. You took an intriguing response to the prompt poem, a very personal one I would say, and ran with it in a flow of association that allows a look into your world.
I most loved 'moonsnores' and 'satan's town's all seeing eye' for the imagery, and the 'hillbilly poor lost soul', but the final line, and it's sad intimacy, was the most powerful. -
Good
Very good piece it was very metaphorical which i am not used to but i liked it all the same.
Please put the option you chose in your author box though so i can keep the poem. -
Reading this poem made me very very very hungry.
That means I used a lot of energy reading it and got all pumped up. 
That's good, actually. 
Cool!
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