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Across two time Zones
You pecked letters at me
off plastic keys
Pixeling turmoil, Hope, intimacy, Joy.
Simple
comely ephemera
riffed in poetic perpetuity.
Cretan Maineiac
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Feel4 Planz Downz under (6/26/2008 12:14:00 AM)
Sexellations... forget the pixellations.. oooh shame it didn't work out for ya! ! ! PS 10dernyti-xxxxxxxxx for your troubles.. |
Elysabeth Faslund (7/7/2007 8:05:00 AM)
Love that title! Poetry, whether good or bad, has perpetuity going for it. Is that a bad thing? Jury's out. A vignette, a good one, and should be read by one and all...somehow soothing in texture, soft in point. Pointed poetry nonetheless. Good! xxElysabeth |
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