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Author: Loopdeloop
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Spiritual - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-23-07 - Updated: 02-23-07 - Complete - id:2324516

broken down vowels and consonants

involuntary movements

bark sharp like a hound on the foxes scent

stutter twitch as a mantis rip open,

grown giant, clove tendons,

microscope lenses

heave urgently like oh so many

sweet sweaty adolescents

couldn’t find a pulse with a microscope

but still knows all about men and women and their differences

now he’s old

and his wife can’t stand his habits

and his son thinks he’s gutless and disappointing

his brains became the victim to his bodies litigations

and the condolences were honestly congratulations

all done up in a hospital bed,

plasma bottle head trauma

and then death

but first

hold on

beside your woman

7/10 split grin, she ain’t such a beauty queen

however

her skin is satisfactorily bronzed

artificial bulbs, what a midas touch

and I wonder

if I ever met a girl just like her

could I love her

or

would I feel my way to the source of the pulse,

dirty dirty fingernails scraping away layers of skin

split the ribcage apart and claim that heart as my own, at pointed

cocked

loaded fingers

would I even want it then

but first

the late great Mr. admirable, what a man

such a bang bang hero

expectations curse



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