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October 2 months filthy
Suck me in vortex
victim
wrapped in cellophane
bumpy road
familiar rain
contusion crept up in the hour
crawled around
died
devour
candy sweet
fingernails
suitcase sassy
ride the rails
cotton gray
greet me grin
station out of town with gin
fabric lines
rip
repair
this needles dull
the thread is bare
fox is sly
and quick to tempt
tasty rabbit
ripped and bent
ending up back here
no mater how I try to stay away
these fruitless trees are black as rye
I build my own doomsday
victim
wrapped in cellophane
bumpy road
familiar rain
contusion crept up in the hour
crawled around
died
devour
candy sweet
fingernails
suitcase sassy
ride the rails
cotton gray
greet me grin
station out of town with gin
fabric lines
rip
repair
this needles dull
the thread is bare
fox is sly
and quick to tempt
tasty rabbit
ripped and bent
ending up back here
no mater how I try to stay away
these fruitless trees are black as rye
I build my own doomsday
Published 21st Dec 2019
Author's Note
I always end up back here
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21st Dec 2019 2:32pm
So good to see you back, Samael. It is written that all paths lead right back home.
24th Dec 2019 11:03pm
Interesting poem... Very abstract, with the meaning hidden within. Great work, samael!
26th Dec 2019 5:19pm
Your writes tend to have a dark edge, they prowl down the screen, a mustang roaring around corners, chewing up the scree. The syllabic flow solidifies this impression for me. Interesting to contemplate your metaphors.
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I would love it if you would send us an audio of this poem to the site's podcast, The Poetcast Project. It would grant fuller dimension to the piece and draw attention to your writing on site, help forge friendships. If you would be interested, please include the title of the work and your screen name and send to:
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I hope you'll consider it. Member participation is the life's blood of the podcast.
