March 27, 2008...8:35 pm
Salt water
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Pull the plug and watch it drain.
Master that, feel new again;
feels refreshing- Acid rain
dissolving an unwelcome story.
Solitary lines maintain
integrity; no cross, no break,
no diverging routes to take;
straight shot past both fear and glory,
blank route past both joy and pain.
No decisions more to make:
Pull the plug and watch it drain.
Master that. Feel cold again.
5 Comments
March 28, 2008 at 5:28 am
i can’t comment on the poem yet. i just came from reading your reply to voodoo in defense of jo. damn you’re hot!
March 28, 2008 at 9:25 am
Cool, whizzy round poem. Goes round three times different perspective on the same thought perfectly made for rhythm and rhyme and momentum, Beautiful. Now you gotta start again, haha, woohoo, that is a cool poem, functional and real and really wellmade, the pressures on uhoh,
March 28, 2008 at 11:56 am
i love this.. the motion in it reminiscent of water swirling away down the drain… such is life eh????
March 28, 2008 at 5:57 pm
This is structurally brilliant……and is so like the water going. Very well done you, you’ve got the gift for poetry and how. Oh and smiling at Rick’s comment……yep she sure told him
March 28, 2008 at 10:21 pm
I don’t know why, but: “Pull the plug and watch it drain.” has had a profound effect on me. Something in those seven words has resonated in my tiny mind. I’ll have to figure out why.
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