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Author Name: Freebluefish 3 Comments
Date Added: October 23, 2006 13:10:41 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Omens unimportant

How i press my

Ugly mug

Against the beer stein.

i  do not drink fermentation

On purpose just by accident.


How my gnarled finger

find a chrome tomorrow

A handle to lean against


A gryphon’s face to too trace

In the terraces of my imagination

that totters into the emptiness of space


i was young once

Hopeless i could eat pizza all night

Slices that made sensations

Upon the buttons of my tongue

Waiting for someone

Who would never materialize.


My thoughts  like glyphs

Scatter like coins

Omens unimportant.


And i would try to hold a pool cue

And tame my hair

With a comb

Made for another head

As  numbers arrange into molecules

Cause and chaos

And as others clasped their lovers

Tight in a suggestion of a dance.

i would put another coin into the pinball

And another into juke box

While Others words would collected

Into piles I could not rake.


Gleaming in the swirling  smoke..

The only one who would miss me

Would be the one

Who collects the tip

i leave behind.

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Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on October 24, 2006 01:05:12 AM Report
As I can remember, you were not drinking alone my friend...
You were drinking with the Moon..
I have a write a little sunflower sent to me awhile back that cheered me up, and I still
read as often now as I did the first day it was sent to me...
Very good write!! Hope your weekend was a good one~welcome back..:)

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on October 23, 2006 11:55:29 PM Report


Gleaming in the swirling  smoke..

The only one who would miss me

Would be the one

Who collects the tip

i leave behind.

Intersting thoughts in this poem.. your mind is caught in this time and place.. who misses who?? hugs and love~ Scarlett
Comment By: FreeHeike on October 23, 2006 06:19:40 PM Report
While the others pile up their ordinary words your beautiful glyphs go unnoticed...
I sense such a deep loneliness in these lines.
Remember that you will be missed now if you don't post a poem for a fortnight :-).


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