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mental fat(igu)e

by Howard F Farewell

          when the wires twist and break tangling
                   emotion to unladen windwhispers
 
the night looks too much like day
and my eyes ache in this midnight sun
                   at twenty one hours everything
               rides on a wing and a prayer
                  words like cyanide under my tounge
                      di
                         s
                          s
                            ol
                               v
                                  i
                                n
                             g

09/13/2004

Author's Note: now read drink up babydol by rebecca kinser

Posted on 09/13/2004
Copyright © 2026 Howard F Farewell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Christina Gleason on 09/15/04 at 11:21 AM

mmm... I approve.

Posted by Meredith C Hartwell on 09/23/04 at 04:36 PM

Can I just say wow? Is that allowed? <3

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/12/07 at 12:21 AM

Well done in structure and theme. I like this a lot.

Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 08/12/07 at 12:33 AM

Howard, your title to this poem is as alluring as the poem itself. Congratulations on your POTD.

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