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forced dribble.
by Jared Fladelandneon-flux pantyhose
stretched out into a hammock,
i'm starvin for butane affection
to fix my hole-filled sock.
jerking like a patient
on a coffee-stained couch
i'm eatin dandelions
to brighten up the grouch.
cough syrup flapjacks
decorated with wine
fill my nightly visions
with Technicolor line.
buddha monkey mambo
dancing like a freak
got caught with a razor blade,
bleeding from his leak.
two year olds
rhyme better than this
when given paper
and a pencil in their fist.
01/04/2008 Posted on 01/04/2008
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/05/08 at 04:09 PM You think that two year olds could do bette? LOL! There are lots of good tidbits in this..."starving for butane affection" and "bleeding from his leak". Two year olds could not do this *laughing*. |
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