What, with the blanket black and punched
And the sun no fun and still drunk
I have to flashlight paths of grey clay
Sand bag floods with no name
Flicker with the cavemen, and fossils
Procrastinate the stars between heaven,
And some idea I gathered along the way
Along with siblings and microwaved tin.
Sparks are new to me; As bark on LSD
And if I concentrate on the me inside
Of me, I just might find another reason
To believe in souls and Bigfoot, or
Demons and no luck, white cloth and hiccups.
Reasons to burn along with the sky kids
They have no lids, they have loose lungs
And a fearless way of being better, hung.
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Written October 20th, 2004
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this was a little bit confusing, but i liked it a lot. i didn't understand it very much, except that it was about stars and space, but after i reread it, i understood it a little bit better. great job on this. nice flow and cool images. it reminded me of that song by red hot chilipeppers, californication. great job. good luck in the contest! -cate
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your words are beautiful. I hope you win.
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It's about space, and stars.
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I bet.
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im cunfused
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"Wittiest comma" prize (£1.37 of goods from Homebase, no cash equivalent) awarded for last line: poem overall pretty damn good, as always.
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me confused too
tho i can say your choice of words and how you've put them together is good. beyond that, i'm sorry, i'm just lost... -
kinda confusing but i liked it
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