I am..
driving downtown
with a pair of jeans
and sweater top.
dim the lights
motor off
settle down.
I am..
reclining the seat
(edging back)
with the sounds
of a wounded dog
causing car
convulsions.
Full of private
violent episodes
a sole artifical
unholy mess
of salted skin
and asian eyes
I am confident
until someone
taps my shoulder.
I am a follower
following the ones
I hate.
I am generic.
I am flesh.
I am unmotivated.
I am deceitful.
I am a swinger.
I am weak.
still incompetent
still letting it get to me.
I am sorry.
Author notes
have i forgotten how to write poetry?
haha. i know this won't win, but it felt good to write out.
thanks for the contest.
A contest entry
- who are you by LaBelle17.
300 points, ended October 11, 2008, 7 entries
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Comments
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actually i really like this i dont think you forgot how to write really good
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