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Post by DavidMc on Jan 9, 2007 4:21:37 GMT -6
Do you ever feel like
you're a unique animal?
Like everybody around you
has stripes and you have spots?
You're writing poetry ...
while your sister is obsessed
with the space between her culottes!
Do you sometimes feel
like you're eating road kill?
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Post by dawness on Jan 9, 2007 4:30:47 GMT -6
the subconscious rears! a delightful, raw gem, david !
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 9, 2007 4:34:39 GMT -6
Writing this on the hoof LOL
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Post by vixen on Jan 9, 2007 12:41:13 GMT -6
Wow David. Love it, sometimes I wake up in the morning and feel like road kill. lol Vixen
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 9, 2007 12:46:13 GMT -6
Wow David. Love it, sometimes I wake up in the morning and feel like road kill. lol Vixen ;D |
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 9, 2007 13:29:37 GMT -6
:PI've been watching too many horror movies!
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Post by netfolk on Jan 9, 2007 14:20:54 GMT -6
david, I liked the original, the meaning has changed somewhat on the revision but still a great read. Indeed the tire marks of society, the second stanza was excellent. Great read.
peace as always,
Bernie
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 9, 2007 14:25:20 GMT -6
Bernie, editing on the hoof. What a difference a word makes LOL!
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Post by rrw on Jan 9, 2007 14:41:31 GMT -6
Totally engaging reminds of Brautigan's style of the 60s. A short, specific rank. I feel like a wad of old gum
stuck to the bottom
of God's eternal shoe...
When will he feel me
there
and peel me
off
this sole-less world. |
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 9, 2007 14:58:49 GMT -6
Totally engaging reminds of Brautigan's style of the 60s. A short, specific rank. I feel like a wad of old gum
stuck to the bottom
of God's eternal shoe...
When will he feel me
there
and peel me
off
this sole-less world. LOL! ;D |
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Post by anirbas on Jan 9, 2007 20:55:46 GMT -6
Yes, it's got the style of an epigram and totally cracked me up laughing!
I love the wry sense of humor pervading this gem!!!!!!!!!!
Wow, David! Compared to a Brautigan...
Another poet I've not read til just a few minutes, ago...
First name please, Robert...I'd like to look this one up, too...
Grins and waves to David and the merry band of talented miscreants!
REally great to all of ya'll this evening...It just is...Nir.
;D
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Post by DavidMc on Jan 10, 2007 4:16:26 GMT -6
I think I changed it eight times, before settling on this version!
Braughtigan? I hadn't heard of him either Rob! Must investigate.
David
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Post by anirbas on Feb 2, 2007 21:56:49 GMT -6
He, Rob, never provided the first name of this Braughtigan...
~*~
That's life for you, isn't it?
Sometimes, you're the roadkill...
The little opposum or skunk
that didn't quite make it,
across the road,
and was transformed
into a greasy spot
and a pile of steaming
"innards", as a direct result...
Others, you're the poor sap
having to subsist on roadkill
for it's dinner...The vulture...
That's life for you, isn't it?
But, I'm unsure which
it's the worst to be...
As I'm always the dead skunk...
For I don't have the guts to eat guts, yet...
*look what you did to me, Chief! stop that! NOT! ;D*
**"innards"--old southern slang term for intestines, guts...
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