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Rubber ball with Steel Insides

by Johnny Crimson

I keep my chin up
and face the day
I keep my chin up
and look to the sun

Give dap to the pale
ghosts that glide with
me across the handball courts
as we celebrate the virgin moon
with sacrifice.

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andglowsbutwhatIreallywanttotalkaboutisthetinypantingshedoeswhenI'minsidesomethingin

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The two in the corner doing patty-cake
will do.
I think the older one's been touched
something serious and as my minions
plague the playgrounds with death
you gasp, thinking to yourself
"I thought this was going to be better."

02/17/2009

Posted on 02/17/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/17/09 at 02:39 PM

As is often the case with your work, I'm left thinking "Yeah, then what?!" Which is a good thing, I assure you. Nicely done, sir.

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