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Insipid
Contributed by
mypetmeatball
on
Tuesday, 2nd February 2010 @ 10:04:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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Oh to be insipid! – I’d never think again!
The wind and waste would keep my worried head
The air would feel cool and the dead would be dead
I’d commandingly speak of literature or lust
My audience affixed like kindergarten kids
My words digest and resonate in their heads
But a reel of our rendezvous ritually plays
In private passive-aggression plunges into my gut
And playfully hides there as long as I keep it shut
When the reel moves too quickly it tends to open up
My digested memories relieve themselves out the mouth
and go down the drain - repressed underground.
My slapdash cyclone creation swirls to nullity
As I loathingly follow the orange and red
Eager and anxious for the next cycle ahead
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mypetmeatball
... [
2010-02-02 22:04:21] (Date/Time posted on
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