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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
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g 09/13/2004 Author's Note: now read drink up babydol by rebecca kinser
Posted on 09/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 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. |
| Posted by Marianne Reddan on 09/17/07 at 02:54 AM What a creative rhyme and structure. The piece really makes itself remembered. |
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