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Biosophistry

Your muscles are the lies
your bones believe.


Abandonment

Hold yourself close
Like a preschool juicebox


Bob Dylan

Your name should be a verb
no one uses correctly.


Self-Destruction

My hand twitches
now, and I can’t paint.


Old Habits

The flapping, torn edge
on the hang-glider of time.
©2005-2009 ~SpazzkortheAbsurd
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:iconzebrazebrazebra:
The first and last of these are my favourites...I'm not even sure why, but they just seem to work. I'm a sucker for short poems, and these are particularly good. :+fav:
:iconspazzkortheabsurd:
thank you. I try to not use more spacetime than I need.
:iconfancydelic:
I think sort poems are so meaningful sometimes. Abandonment made me smile, in that sad puzzled sort of way. Well done.
:iconlazylinepainterjohn:
"Bob Dylan" -- OMG. This is one of my favourite poems ever! I want my name to be a verb no-one uses correctly! The others (especially Biosophistry and Self-destruction) are also great.
:icondark0dark:
excellent.

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SOMEONE STILL LOVES YOU BORIS YELTSIN!
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Wonderful. Please come back!

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