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too many daddy's girls
become train conductors,
melting their fuel over fire.
the spoon burns but not
as hot as the furnace
of their bodies: pouring
that crystal gasoline into a
hypodermic tank; tapping the air
out with three blows
of the whistle.
- by quasiplausipus |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2008 |
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- Title: Intervention
- Artist: quasiplausipus
- Description: I don't do descriptions.
- Date: 07/15/2008
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- TheVoiceOfCreation - 07/16/2008
- <3
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- quasiplausipus - 07/16/2008
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You guys so cute.
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- bohemian_lover_boy - 07/16/2008
- RED.HOT.LOVE.
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- Astaire - 07/16/2008
- I remember critiquing this one a looooong time ago. The lack of capitalization still slightly bothers me (seeing as I'm a grammatical purist) but the poem is beautiful. heart The imagery is extraordinarily vivid.
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