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she works
Contributed by
JohnYamrus
on
Saturday, 16th February 2008 @ 06:02:59 AM in AEST
Topic:
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she works
on the production line
in a wheelchair factory,
dreaming of Proust
and Ginsberg
and what would happen
if Heathcliff
were to really
enter her life.
she keeps a web log
that’s so wonderfully
inflamed
that her co-workers’
heads would explode
if they ever read it.
she’s capable of discussing
Ezra Pound and maple syrup,
door handles,
Jim Morrison,
Jim Beam
and Johnny Walker.
she’s studied Michaelangelo,
read La Belle Dame Sans Merci
and can tell you the real reason
why Rimbaud
took that shot in the leg
from Verlaine.
she’s razor sharp,
read The Razor’s Edge
and knows that
me too
is pretty much the same
as why not?
she
dreamed of college once,
and more…
but life
got in the way.
and now
she works the line,
dancing
on broken candles.
happy
to be the one
who knows the sound
that one hand
clapping
makes.
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JohnYamrus
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2008-02-16 06:02:59] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: she works
(User Rating: 1 ) by little_genna on
Saturday, 16th February 2008 @ 04:51:58 PM AEST (User
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interesting.. im not even sure why i liked this... actually i really have no clue. wow i feel really odd now that i have read that.. |
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Re: she works
(User Rating: 1 ) by JohnYamrus on
Sunday, 17th February 2008 @ 01:10:44 AM AEST (User
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sometimes things just are, that's all.
this is in my newest book, SHOOT THE MOON. it was the first poem written for that book. |
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Re: she works
(User Rating: 1 ) by elle on
Sunday, 17th February 2008 @ 06:55:22 PM AEST (User
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to know why the caged bird sings...'tis bliss...
elle |
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