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nothing to say
by Laura Doom
Virtual infinity, a gift from the ghetto
invisible to the naked voyeur
erases all vestements of truth
washing out wisdom's frugal graffiti;
sobriety's aphasic song,
over clamour of hard-earned trash
understates, yet elevates abysmal
reams of literary alibi
citing this explicit
euphemism for silence
...03/03/2005 Author's Note: what you get is what you see
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Posted on 03/03/2005
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 03/03/05 at 08:43 PM you sure said a lot, for having nothing to say... makes me feel unclean, in a good kind of way... blessings... |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/03/05 at 09:57 PM ...please re-send your post didn't come thru, did you send it as an attachment or acrobat.exe???nahahahahahaha...laura, is your tongue sticking allll the way through your cheek...gal, this is one cleeeever thingee, wished i'd done it...seriously, gives food (or non-food) for thought...tbanks for the awareness...peace, chaz |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 03/05/05 at 08:26 PM damn. this is clever. very clever. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 04/19/05 at 02:14 AM Those poor 'dot dot dots' - can you say identity crisis? hahahaha So creative! It reminds me of something my father told me once. He said, that for English class in college, the professor gave a final exam essay question. One question, "Define and articulate the meaning of COURAGE" - one exam came back with one line, "this is courage". HA! "that's great!" I told my dad. "not really," he replied, "He got a big fat F" ;-)
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