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Monkey
They were cold and hard
with no discernible flow
and even though I ran hot water over my wrists
held my hands low and shook them,
still no height no life
did my sleeping veins attain.
The first and second pokes proved fruitless
but then ... just as I was about to give up
and squirt another $50 bill down my throat,
my thin pink lifeforce
daintily pulled itself up
mingled rapturously with the yellow narcotic.
I plunged into my day
a person again.
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| eefft i don't like descriptions of needles >.< very nicely, tastefully, done though! |
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| Like poor Jekkyl, you're running out of ways to be a person again, running out of veins. And yet, just like Jekkyl, there's really nothing you can do about, and worse, it's your own fault. Great poem. |
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Comment by: poety55 - 2006-05-30 23:10
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| very nice and powerful. good stuff. |
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| Powerful and effective writing. Nice work. |
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Comment by: - 2006-05-24 23:29
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how did i miss this?...you've outdone yourself lolly girl, this is like-wow-wipeout beauty...see ya...
tony |
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