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Vinegar Over Bones
His empty eyes caught a glimpse
in a way he was smitten
with everything he thought about her,
thought he only had thoughts
he knew absolutely nothing
fantasies are a motherfucker
they lead you down stupid paths,
all the time
bloody knees,
skinned yet no real bone to be seen
he is rubber,
always will be
in a way he was smitten
with everything he thought about her,
thought he only had thoughts
he knew absolutely nothing
fantasies are a motherfucker
they lead you down stupid paths,
all the time
bloody knees,
skinned yet no real bone to be seen
he is rubber,
always will be
Published 15th Aug 2013
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15th Aug 2013 6:08pm
vinegar, bones,blood, & rubber-------
some'o my fav titles.....
eye loves nikkimoe
16th Aug 2013 7:30am
Ah, bounce back.
bloody knees,
skinned yet no real bone to be seen
he is rubber,
always will be
Made me think of the ogres from Sunglasses After Dark, with their rubber skin that couldn't be cut.
bloody knees,
skinned yet no real bone to be seen
he is rubber,
always will be
Made me think of the ogres from Sunglasses After Dark, with their rubber skin that couldn't be cut.
21st Aug 2013 6:29am
So you really like this guy? Love your images, like "he is rubber." But, I wonder about "fantasies?" Why do they "always lead you down stupid paths?" Where do "fantasies" come from? Isn't there a spec of reality to them? Do they not represent what we want? Sometimes need? We never sense reality, anyway, right? What other choice is there but some sort of imaginal process? Nice poem. Thanks for writing it.
marcella1
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