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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 1, 2007 7:04:44 GMT -5
Back in the day when I was broke, I factory-worked with my eager hands building layers of toughskin, the backbreak carriage muddle fudding wiggits as counter mounting clicked, clicking until another crate was ready to move.
Moving on to a place, I could actually eat, shaping steel with pointy tips spinning wheels and pulley belts, learning to wield the fire sparkly chiplings flying by momentum directions gravitate, protect delicate skin on bones from heat, temper the properties of perfection just to feel.
Feeling it was finally time to soulspread a little love, lesson learn the flow of blood, oh how it flows, where it goes, the heartskin texture rippled, I just have to be me to the end, I tried to please jesticule in the marrow melt, what it’s about, to provide, she has to be first in thought.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jul 17, 2007 15:13:25 GMT -5
enjoyed the experimentation in this poem, original use of words, sounds flooding images with the scent of poetry
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Post by Bobby Slais on Jul 17, 2007 20:47:09 GMT -5
I enjoy the experiment of poetry, sometimes it works, sometimes... well that's debatable. Glad you enjoyed. This was one that went through many cuts and revisions also. Originally it was 5 strophes but that was too much on the reader's mind.
Be good, have fun! Bobby
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