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Author Name: Freebluefish 1 Comments
Date Added: March 06, 2005 21:03:18 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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"Misspelling Of My Smile

i live in house
with a hundred clattering typewriters
speaking with their
ink stained tongues.
Metallic letters storm the ears
in tittering keys.

How would i like
to in silence
grow quiet flowers...
Only for my eyes
as black platens roll
across my peace.
my hands have forgotten the softness
of curling vines.

Once their was only
one typewriter that i called my own.
How i feed it the onion paper of my soul.
Then the season of nightmares began
and from ever forgotten vision
hydria like typewriters did sprout
and unfortunately my paper is running out.

They will not allow me
--mechanical tormenters--
out into the poem outside
and trust me not by the window
of cascading lines.

Ever chirping in their chrome languages
of my monkey incompetence
and how i muddle the virtue of my words.
As i drink the raindrops
that spill down the cracks
of my roof like alien punctuation
As the tongue of my mind does laps
like an ink stained creature.
i am only a servant
that wishes that my keepers
never can touch the misspelling of my smile
with their serpent typing ribbons
and brooding words
scamper through me
out into the memories of the world.....

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Comment By: FreeHeike on March 8, 2005 08:57:13 AM Report
What a gloomy vision of imprisonment, yet so beautifully described. May the memories of the world be filled with poetry rather than mass media productions.


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