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the poison drips through my arteries in my right arm, crumpling a love letter written in purple ink and the words fly off the page like bullets from a broken gun sparatically asphyxiating claustrophobic letters dissolving in my lungs, ink clotting in my veins i scream out in alteration, my process of adaption only lasts so long reverie is such an antagonistic bitch to leave me gasping the gutter vomit drying in my hair i styled this morning just for you flowers in it too but now there is only rushing water into the sewer gates and deflated breaths coated in false promises |
it seemed like the vocabulary got in the way of the flow and the meaning. also i think you mean "grasping the gutter" however, i think that the images are good, it's simply the word choices i have a problem with- i very much like the rest of the poem. "deflated breathes coated in false promises" vomit and flowers in new-styled hair... the end was very good.| Posted on 2004-07-23 00:00:00 | by lukewarm | [ Reply to This ] | |