nailing my way
through dusty house and faulkner's miss emily;
i said
"you are an eyesore among eyesores.
won't you ask which eye you spite
in me?"
[i plagiarized]
you said
"a house
a room full of apathy
and a spoon full of sugar anecdotes"
[did you really mean it?]
we roved
through paradox; phonemes
and literature of
drunken daisies pushed up from the ground all night
and found day pricking sweat on our palms
you said
"you're that house".
Author notes
miss emily lived in a dusty house. ask faulkner.
A contest entry
- when it happens by Melissa Gayle.
1000 points, ended October 21, 2008, 17 entries
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this is so experimentally worked, avant grade poetics, using your unmistakable style, the alliterative phrasing working the beat along the page "paradox; phonemes" "drunken daises" and so on.
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I definitely agree that this is a love story evil style -
it is really wonderfully done dearheart.
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thats a love story- evil tempest style
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lol
i wish my sort of love existed or even recognised 
you are a sweetheart.
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patience girl... oh but then that won't be you
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this is so unique and beautiful. loved the last stanza!!
~ Nicolette
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Oh I do like your mind you know...
This is so descriptive and a delight to imagine. Loved it hun C
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hmm. i still do not understand it completely, but i get the overall message. i guess it's because i haven't really read any faulkner. but i like the way it sounds.
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the last stanza is killer. just killer.
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you are a thief.
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