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"Slipping"
by Max PhineasThey're pairing off and my connections are
dwindling. I'm paring my wits, which, with my
senses, have dulled.
I'm twitching like a light switch
stuck between On and Off.
I'm like night and day in a sped-up clock
waiting to be unwound.
Head is messy but my bourbon's neat
I am stone but my mind leaks. 09/26/2010 Posted on 09/27/2010
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 09/27/10 at 05:05 PM This was a lot of fun to read--it's hard to pick a favorite line here. It definitely leaves me wanting more. |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 09/27/10 at 10:19 PM ... an excellent write..... |
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