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And I tap my pen and wonder if you'd be willing to run your tongue on me like the rim of a coffee mug. A poet must not sleep in the middle of a muse; you are my buzzjoy, the shock of teeth that keeps me awake in the deskchair. A tangle of letters and legs is what I end up in, pressing ink deeply through the lightbluelines.
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Flat stomachs have umbilical cord holes caved in the center, perfect for a nosy dream to hide in. He gets lost inside the lint until I twist the lightbulb for him: a glowing core swallowed by a rainbow thinker. You watch for a moment, pondering, and then say the situation is too hungry for you to continue.
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The only way to get through a cold day is to breathe through your canines and hope your saliva doesn't run dry. It is necessary to digest the dead leaves, to clean up so the new green won't be smothered by past mistakes. It is hard to hang on, especially if the only thing you have is a tiny prickle holding you in place.
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You offer me a smoke when I've bitten my way through three pencils. I accept, something clean and musky to swirl about my sinuses before pittling its way around the rest of my system. The ashes stain the poem below us, but we are too busy coughing our lives out to each other to notice.
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And I tap my pen and wonder if you'd be willing to run your tongue on me like the rim of a coffee mug. A poet must not sleep in the middle of a muse; you are my buzzjoy, the shock of teeth that keeps me awake in the deskchair. A tangle of letters and legs is what I end up in, pressing ink deeply through the lightbluelines.
ii.
Flat stomachs have umbilical cord holes caved in the center, perfect for a nosy dream to hide in. He gets lost inside the lint until I twist the lightbulb for him: a glowing core swallowed by a rainbow thinker. You watch for a moment, pondering, and then say the situation is too hungry for you to continue.
iii.
The only way to get through a cold day is to breathe through your canines and hope your saliva doesn't run dry. It is necessary to digest the dead leaves, to clean up so the new green won't be smothered by past mistakes. It is hard to hang on, especially if the only thing you have is a tiny prickle holding you in place.
iv.
You offer me a smoke when I've bitten my way through three pencils. I accept, something clean and musky to swirl about my sinuses before pittling its way around the rest of my system. The ashes stain the poem below us, but we are too busy coughing our lives out to each other to notice.
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Author notes
And Hyetal
In a list
A contest entry
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of course that's how you're supposed to feel.
Comments
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Arguably one of your best.



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thankyouthankyouthankyou
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what has got to be the most simplistic story, moment and subject matter, you have hashed out and rehashed and have made some really good poetry from. great work, thanks so much for entering this.



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Your muse Did Not fall asleep during this one. Or you Did Nor fall asleep on your muse.

Very good writing. Lane will love it.
Thanks for entering.
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Don't Touch it!!
The running through the house with the scissors in wild abandon screaming in joy sense of this works!!!! -
the title...
a tangle of letters and legs...
perfect for a nosy dream to hide in...
*sigh*


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Fantastic prose
Your emotions are really penned well
Very deep
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"lightbluelines" - loved that! such a well-written piece that just stays with the reader.
~ Nicolette


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Thank you!
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Ah, Cassie, I love this! I had to say that, and I don't have much to say, but this is just so well done. It kinda reminds me of the way Janter Fitch writes. I like it, seriously.


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When you're on next, you'll have to tell me who that is.
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i like it


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thankyousoooomuch
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"A poet must not sleep in the middle of a muse;"
LOVE that because I agree completely.
"you are my buzzjoy, the shock of teeth that keeps me awake in the deskchair."
'buzzjoy' How cool is that? And "shock of teeth" - I LOVE the images I get from that and the word 'shock' is well...awesome.
"nosy dream"
"the situation is too hungry for you to continue."
And that is why you are a favorite.
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Jessica

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thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouuuuuuuu
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Whoa, that was beautiful.
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I tried all sorts of stuff in this one.
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well it was so very very cool! i loved it.
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wow.
part i was a bit sensual.
I love how different all fours part are.
and how all of them somehow relate.
very nice.
best of luck in the contest you've entered.
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I tried to make them all eating related somehow.
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oops, sorry forgot to put my username in the notes: And Hyetal
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thats amazing..... AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FINALIST!!!!!!!!!

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thank you!
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i know i was a lil bitchy about your other poems
XD
... but you really hit gold here. the words just flow so naturally....
its beautiful.
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