Taking no prisoners. Including herself.

Continuing on the path of current project (Sedation), I present to you more narcotic-induced sentiment in line form. Not a fan of poetry? Then visit my other site: www.toobadforyouilikepoetryandthisismywebsiteipostwhatiwant.com

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something on the cusp of your tightly woven semantics

something on the cusp of your tightly woven semantics
(but not so tight perhaps as my, as you called it,
tight-genius prose) reminded me
of letters boys in grade school who liked me
used to write, with thick heavy syrup-words
that dripped naive tension and sex (so fresh
we said screw the umlaut) — realized
in me as giddy laughter-bubbles to the
throat, which stuck,
almost to choking
as gum would do, but popped instead. perhaps
yours were much dryer, though in a good way;
dryer, not loose, nor flimsy, nor
sloppy,
but, as mentioned in the first line,
tightly knit –
which is new.
which i like.

§210 · June 20, 2006 · Poetry · · [Print]

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