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anna
by Lauren Singeramidst the throes of your weary manhood,
you are part and parcel pulverized
by your pretty palindrome.
she goes to you in mild suffering,
wanders fingers down your spinal cord
while whistling humble tunes in winding notes.
forget her, forlorn soldier.
your fantasy is figment fodder,
she is fickle-tied and feeble
in her fight to win you over.
i only want what's best for you,
the bloody ties that bind us are
just building up for losses and i'm
bored of beating off the bits of time
that i've been wasting just waiting for you
to stop wanting anna. 05/02/2008 Posted on 05/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/02/08 at 06:25 AM a sincere and transparent piece by all means. this is not your typical journal entry but feels far from fiction. your description of her overtaking his (in my opinion feeble) spirit is one that i think many men can relate to and grimace at. he's not strong enough, and you want. that's what this piece is about. written in killer language |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/02/08 at 12:05 PM I've been on both sides of this equation, Lauren. And you know what? One side never equals the other...good write...but what else is new? |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 05/02/08 at 01:21 PM Oh, yes, sharp! Very very good. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 05/05/08 at 05:12 PM Intense and vibrant. I oompletely enjoyed this! |
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