Grave Lingering

Discussion in 'Poetry' started by Silent_concubine, May 27, 2004.

  1. Silent_concubine

    Silent_concubine Member

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    tied down
    fed up
    spun around again

    cold touch
    tough luck
    say I’ll never win

    sly grin
    habitual lies
    oh no, too late

    character bleached
    morals burnt
    no belief in fate

    buttery fingers
    glazed over eyes
    black as your soul

    I don’t know how
    but silent now
    you’re deep in your hole
  2. littleskinny

    littleskinny Member

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    great title, great structure. Very impressionist, little buzzy sound snippets. I like "buttery fingers"

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