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Rejection
by Richard Trottersorry, I can't make a river
flow through your brain
and part seas in your stomach
which burn like a broken spa
spitting thoughts in your breast.
why would you say a word?
for my head is a two legged spider
only complete when he slips through the ether. 12/14/2003 Author's Note: one of my last pieces before I left.
Posted on 12/14/2003
Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/14/03 at 11:56 PM I keep trying to shake the imagery. I don't want to go where those words take me, but I want to see it all the same. Interesting feelings. |
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