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puddle by Travis G Finborgthat was dissolved sanity
i saw it puddle on the floor
a fizzed pool of poetic
placidity, it ate through
an ugly gray carpet,
a shade
squirmed in my view
like the glaring sun
on the bleached sands of a beach,
My shoes appeared to sizzle and crack
under the heat of oppressive
consciousness.
I make
people uncomfortable, the green
lagoon of my sanctity is
empty and smells sweeter
than then evacuated souls
after a holocaust
10/05/2006 Author's Note: Updated/reworked/retooled/redrafted/undeterred
Posted on 10/05/2006 Copyright © 2026 Travis G Finborg
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