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Anger Smiles Satisfied

This morning I broke a window,
with an old wine bottle.

It was filled with slush
and dirt.

A sunken ship:
the miniature tragedies.

By afternoon I was yelling,
while running on my feet.
Driving spikes through my bones,
but there is no time for fatigue.

By late night,
I perfected the art of stalking.
No victims
nothing weak.



A contest entry

An apology to Gemma

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  • afroqban
    February 9

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    HA! now this is one of my favs from you. I enjoyed this a lot. the imagery was on point, and i could see how you were feelin. you have an awesome mind and way of thinking, very creative, i love it!

  • Afxb
    January 22

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    I love this...it is one of your best in its tautness ...and just a bit of mystery to make me work on its meaning(s)

    I like the afterthought bit of
    "A sunken ship
    the miniature tragedies"

    and I like the way that you depict a life that is hectic and rich...this is so vivid

  • Judith Chandler
    January 8
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    I found this so moving. Yes, patience is essential.

  • a n e s t h e s ia
    December 29, 2008

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    And an apology for bad stalker jokes and cynical draft-things. . . .and perpetually drunk judgement, general cringe-worthy nervous-wreck-conversation-making. lol. . . ect. ect. Basically all.

  • a n e s t h e s ia
    December 29, 2008
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    Oh, typo line 2).

  • a n e s t h e s ia
    December 29, 2008
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    Hey, no apology needed. I wouldn't be one for empty courtesy with my poetry anyway. . . Say your first thought, no problem.

    "It was filled with slush
    and dirt.
    A sunken ship,
    the miniature tragedies."

    I love that, solid metaphor. You do these damn quick. What are you on? lol. Vivid, visually and physically. It's funny what people write when they talk to me. Great stuff.

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