thoughts buzz like flies
around my head, vibrate
in my heart. words drip,
drip, drap, drop off
my tongue-tied tap. dams
built by burned hands cut
off life-line water supplies
and chords run dry, voice
choking on sand - a fish
buried in the pit of coals
like time gone by.














Comments
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And yet those voices:
If you were not afraid, you would kill him!
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Everywhere I go I'm asked if the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a best seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. --Flannery O'Connor
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AKA ~007-crazynloveless
take off your -3 armour of "frigid bitch" and ill give you my +4 "phallace of mount doom" baby
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Everywhere I go I'm asked if the universities stifle writers. My opinion is that they don't stifle enough of them. There's many a best seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher. --Flannery O'Connor
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