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by Senor Barborito 02/10/2003, 5:03pm PST |
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Bill Dungsroman wrote:
Inspired by indifference,
Motivated by transgression,
Marking time by casual experience,
Catalogued by forced repression.
Finding odd strength in weakness,
Scratching stones of another old wall,
Traversing a landscape of mutable bleakness,
Blinking the eye of a horror-squall.
Travelling among this shiftless substance,
Sailing a wind borne of wasted breath,
Destinations deliberate happenstance,
A circumvential journey beginning at death.
-BDR
You seem to be missing a syllable for the last line in the second stanza, no?
Was thinking "Blinking in the eye of a horror-squall" or "Blinking the eye inside a horror-squall" might work, but maybe I'm getting the beat down wrong.
Don't mean to be an ass I just mentally slipped on that line when reading it.
Very good, otherwise (and I may be wrong about the above) - nicely original word-combos.
--SB |
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