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Jawbox
by Jolie JordanHer ribs are aching
from all the shoveling out
of insides / because you see,
occasionally,
the metal would scrape bone
and he'd shiver
as if it was nails against a black board.
P. 63,
Stumbelina has escaped,
from this pseudo-universe {!!}
bells & alarms are ringing
but she just re-applies her scarlet lipstick
and dashes out into the bombflowers ..
Oh Darling, don't you know
that your arms are wrapped around a blank face
and oh,..
his heart is blacker than coal.
hurry little girl,
before the earth opens up and swollows you whole. 11/27/2003 Author's Note: I really have no idea..
Posted on 11/28/2003
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
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| Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/28/03 at 07:00 PM Disconneted dream sequences that tap directly into the sub-conscious. There is more here than meets the eye ---and I will probably be thinking about it all day. Great read. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 11/30/03 at 01:48 AM but she just re-applies her scarlet lipstick
and dashes out into the bombflowers ......whoa. you have detonated my brain! i love your reaction to your poem. don't even bother to question it.
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| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 12/02/03 at 03:53 AM This has such a detatched and dreamy feeling to it. I love the way it shifts around (reminds a little of Lucy in The Sky with Diamonds)... this is so pretty. Great job. |
| Posted by J. P. Davies on 12/02/03 at 09:08 AM This is very surreal...a short poem that nonetheless take the reader on a journey... |
| Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 12/03/03 at 03:57 PM This is interesting because you can tie parts of it together, and dismiss parts you don't understand. Very cool. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/20/08 at 04:36 AM the authors note sets my heart on fire. seriously...makes it what it is to me. you're one of a kind...period. |
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