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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Destructive | from Albatross - Thursday, August 08, 2002 accessed 1400 times A simple poem Ah…What a beast have I become A beast A beast A lovely one A fool with poison on my tongue Destructive A heap of all the books I’ve read My books My books My sexual bed With ceiling fans beating overhead Destructive And coursing through the telephone wires My words My words A raging fire Proving all other poets liars Destructive So many little wooden gods They watch They watch With solemn nods And how I envy these golden rods Destructive Now shake and shiver with every glance A cynic A cynic Of this romance A believer when striped of shirt and pants Destructive So twist and squirm upon your floor The beast The beast Is at your door And you his master, lover, whore Destructive. |
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Reader's comments on this article Add a new comment on this article | from EyesWideShut Monday, June 16, 2003 - 20:04 (Agree/Disagree?)
Very nice, indeed. I love the ceiling fan line. Totally visual. You write??? (reply to this comment)
| | | from Anthony Friday, August 09, 2002 - 14:20 (Agree/Disagree?) Well, I know what I'm going to hear when I come over... (reply to this comment)
| | | from Someone Thursday, August 08, 2002 - 20:31 (Agree/Disagree?) Ah, it’s nice to see that there are still men around can remain in touch with their ‘feminine side’ (without over nurturing it). Nothing wrong with a poisoned tongued fool, my advice: turn off the ceiling fan, stop the coursing, stay a cynic but give in to the beast!! (reply to this comment)
| from JoeH Thursday, August 08, 2002 - 19:13 (Agree/Disagree?) That was brilliant Dan! just one question: Did you mean "striPPed of shirt and pants" are you just really into pinstripes? I liked your polkadot tears song. (reply to this comment)
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