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Words Left Unspoken
by kilgoretrout (Member) - published: June 6, 2008
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Category - Poetry
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She sartred at the floor...

Being and Nothingness escaped from her lips...

But you have a real talent But people like you
But youre funny But its boring without you...

I like Big Buts and I cannot lie...

That being said...I remain retired...

Why Terence??? she slurred...

Because...I slurred...

Because Ive recently become worth a damn salt... and any poet worth a damn salt knows...Its about the Words and not about the poet...

I can no longer bear corporate poetry...

Style over Substance has ruined us all...

I stroked her cheek and wrote her a poem on a dirty napkin...

She left me alone with my judgemental wisdom...

She left the dirty napkin on the bar...






------
Terence Patrick Burns


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by kilgoretrout

Bit Buts
thought I was the only one who did that... the scribbling on napkins thing, I mean. I've also been known to write on beer mats, Kleenexes, library books and my own arm before now… couldn’t give those away either…

glad this at least sees you recognising your worth… though I’d personally prise you as something a bit more exotic than salt… salt is a good preservative though… and works wonders for both cramps and getting stains off things… the house-wife’s choice ;)…

leave corporate poetry to the nine-sided whores… stay salty.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: June 7, 2008 )

oops
that t should be a g. in my caffeinated haste I mistyped

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: June 7, 2008 )

I write on everything!
"Being and Nothingness escaped from her lips..." what an awesome line!

Yea I also have written many a piece on odd things. But just as Shannon mentioned, my favorite place to write is on my hand and sometimes it ends up going up my arm. Hey don't want loose the muse and I won't misplace it before I can get home to write it down!

( Posted by: TAMMYHENDRIX [Member] On: June 7, 2008 )

judgemental wisdom
Think you meant stared at the floor but Sartre'd also works in a dreamlike way.

Shannon would be the better person to discuss Sartre but I would just like to state that this reminded me of the condom commercial with the pig who turns into a man. Creapy commercial.

So what are you doing going to Chile? And can I tag along?

( Posted by: desvelado [Member] On: June 13, 2008 )





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