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The Puddle On The Floor
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 11:30:43 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Sitting next to you
it is very hard to paint my cauliflour
with the intense buzzing of your brain interrupting.
"WILL YOU BE QUIET?!"
You look at me, your face
a picture of grotesque philanthropy.
I can hear the algebra reverberating.
Aquamarine and cyan
drip from perplexingly lumpy vegetables
to the starched white tablecloth
with last week's spaghetti sauce.
Your benevolent smile,
engaging in polite erotica with your ears,
is trying to hug my face.
I jump up suddenly, repulsed.
Paint and lunch fly
everywhere.
I stop and stare.
It seems you do not realize
I have knocked my orange soda
into your lap.
I am disbelief and incredulous
You smile.
"It fizzes."
...my cauliflour falls from your hair...
...to the puddle on the floor...
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2004-03-01 23:30:43]
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Re: The Puddle On The Floor
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by lil_angel on
Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 11:45:53 PM AEST
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| This is really cute! Good job |
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Re: The Puddle On The Floor
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by shelby on
Tuesday, 2nd March 2004 @ 12:46:01 AM AEST
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this is very creative and witty to read I enjoyed this.
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