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and johnny depp was the devil
by Vere Mantratriadin my own I hypothesized
that yours was easier to
swallow when in my state
of mind so understated that
I feel taunted by the way
you firmly slip beneath my
thighs and caress the small
of my back without feeling
bone or harming neck so I
miss your uninhibited nature
as I toss and turn over the
lump in my throat that keeps
me from saying what I really
mean and by far the most
unpleasant saves itself for
the time after the sun has
risen, not waiting for me
but going ahead with fears
and flights of common wind
where I took my landing on
stiff board and wire on wire
and johnny depp was the devil
of my own making until I had
the strength to depress the
alarming noise in my head. 08/21/2006 Author's Note: an ode, of sorts, to the hotel mattress that allowed me to sleep so beautifully... and a rant against my mattress here that causes me even to dream poorly of johnny depp.
Posted on 08/21/2006
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| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/21/06 at 02:26 PM Refreshingly different read...tangy! All this and Johnny Depp too...one of my favorite actors; just saw Pirates of the Caribeban II a couple of weeks ago. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/21/06 at 07:51 PM fears
and flights of common wind
where I took my landing on
stiff board and wire on wire....i love the all in one take breathless music here. dada-dadadada-dadada...a lovely ode, indeed. PK |
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