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A reading of this poem is here: https://youtu.be/pAIgogKxcNA?list=PLBxu_QsDqWVXmIytZbwojqP6VwFcC5xeZ ___________________________________________________ He died that night. His chin a mesh of wet, broken asphalt, blood and glistening white flesh. What did you want? A quirky dialogue, a dose of fiction and science, a ******* poem Jesus! I said it glistened, didn’t I? Damply reflecting his solitary and meaningless life that he had built up to be something more something wonderfully significant This must be a pathetic assault on the indignity of the world It’s lack of acceptance for My total loneliness among the pattering drops and the dosed lights hazing and incomprehensible forted, feigning, but there A physical barrier that pretends to be. That’s kind of like the guy. How convenient! Are you following? The lights were the last thing he probably saw. but there in the peaceful death did he gasp one last word? A cliche. Is that better? An improvement upon self-referring, concept refraining, phrase like a sustaining note struck by a hammer struck by a white key struck by bone and flesh a resonation resigning to a precious exit, honoring the one thing he valued? Are we getting somewhere now? Did the alliterative foiled words help to unwrap the meaning of this poor ***** last breath? No. But I recall a gurgle followed by a splurch of blood and his eyes so fiercely clenched cowardly denying the wet moment as he died that night And I meant to leave the ****** apostrophe out This is art @Macbigicekeys
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Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
m-bigicekeys
Inner Critic
A reading of this poem is here: https://youtu.be/pAIgogKxcNA?list=PLBxu_QsDqWVXmIytZbwojqP6VwFcC5xeZ ___________________________________________________ He died that night. His chin a mesh of wet, broken asphalt, blood and glistening white flesh. What did you want? A quirky dialogue, a dose of fiction and science, a ******* poem Jesus! I said it glistened, didn’t I? Damply reflecting his solitary and meaningless life that he had built up to be something more something wonderfully significant This must be a pathetic assault on the indignity of the world It’s lack of acceptance for My total loneliness among the pattering drops and the dosed lights hazing and incomprehensible forted, feigning, but there A physical barrier that pretends to be. That’s kind of like the guy. How convenient! Are you following? The lights were the last thing he probably saw. but there in the peaceful death did he gasp one last word? A cliche. Is that better? An improvement upon self-referring, concept refraining, phrase like a sustaining note struck by a hammer struck by a white key struck by bone and flesh a resonation resigning to a precious exit, honoring the one thing he valued? Are we getting somewhere now? Did the alliterative foiled words help to unwrap the meaning of this poor ***** last breath? No. But I recall a gurgle followed by a splurch of blood and his eyes so fiercely clenched cowardly denying the wet moment as he died that night And I meant to leave the ****** apostrophe out This is art @Macbigicekeys
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