but what of the others?
A soft and genital moan,
malicious laughter fill the auditorium
a light descends,
an angel.
My wild one, wily typhoon!
Swift!
a kick to the face.
I recant and I recant!
Car wheels squeal, screeching out a name
"Turn the Wheel!"
No blue-green tales, in this machine-shed.
A fall,
up stairs.
into a night sky
were clouds are,
tasty cigar smoke
and stars
a salty treat
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Very abstract....
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This is wild ...so much imagination....
totally unique style and I love that ...Thanks for entering and for the fun read...
Lynda
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From the ending I get the feeling of drunk driving. Through the second last stanza - a car crash - and with the last stanza you describe death where you go to heaven and you almost describe it like a pub or a club, which makes me think that you were talking about drunk driving.
That's just what I get.
From the rest of it, I honestly don't know. It was pretty abstract, but that's alright. We all write poems like that. I really liked your word play on the word "gentle"/"genital".
Nice work.
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At least you got something out of it. I was worried it was to confusing.
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I enjoy the style of this. Refreshing.
I enjoyed the lines
A fall,
up stairs.
into a night sky
were clouds are,
tasty cigar smoke
and stars
a salty treat
Very interesting. -
This was rather abstract.
And a little confusing.
But cute and humourous.
Not sure if it completely fits the prompt, but oh well.
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