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Aches to caress
glazed blank eyes,
stinging.
Hesitating: fear a black stubbled mask,
then cupped a chill steadys nerves,
in wonder he drinks it,
relishing release,
dented eyeballs
clear and brighten,
like sheets, thrown from a bed in sunlight.
Meanwhile
he carries a sponge
deep
Precisely and steadily he places the pot
on
shoulders open,
good fortunes lost.
Elbows leanin

remembering nothing.


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English was invented by Englishmen. Language is a male construct.Me site


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The following comments are for "Down at t'Pub"
by NascentPawn

man,
this poem is literally dripping such vivid imagery. i've read it several times now just to take it all in. the subject is brutal and your poem reflects that, beautifully. excellent.

john. john doe.

( Posted by: johnjohndoe [Member] On: December 9, 2006 )

Just don't understand
I don't understand the stress placed upon 'stinging' 'deep' 'on'. If it had been 'stinging' 'right' 'on' I could have understood it....

Colin

( Posted by: colinbaker62 [Member] On: August 30, 2007 )





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