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Steven Bowen Jun 2014
Gathered in a cluster of mixed emotions,
The distribution takes place.
Expecting many rejections and commotions,
But there are none we have to face.

Duvets and quilts offer solid protection,
Taken from advice on a Web.
The spider bites and leaves infection,
Curiosity leads us to the next step.

Smiles are performed in front of nervous twitches,
Either the sky is the limit or we sink down in ditches.

Fingers communicate with the tongue,
Placing a black square on a chessboard.
No one can tell, it’s invisible fun,
Absorbing an awful chemical horde.

A metallic sting runs fluently through the gums,
Eating a sour grape with a polished fork.
Dreams of orange, pineapple and plum,
A sweet taste would help me talk.

We stay static, settled and silent,
Before our minds become visceral and vibrant.
Steven Bowen Apr 2014
It commands me to think and gives purpose to my actions,
Enlightens my thoughts and makes use of distractions.
Enhancing communication and interaction,
I’m loose, but still have traction.

— The End —