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[aid] => mick
[title] => Insipid
[time] => 2010-02-02 22:04:21
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[bodytext] => Oh to be insipid! – I’d never think again! The wind and waste would keep my worried head The air would feel cool and the dead would be dead I’d commandingly speak of literature or lust My audience affixed like kindergarten kids My words digest and resonate in their heads But a reel of our rendezvous ritually plays In private passive-aggression plunges into my gut And playfully hides there as long as I keep it shut When the reel moves too quickly it tends to open up My digested memories relieve themselves out the mouth and go down the drain - repressed underground. My slapdash cyclone creation swirls to nullity As I loathingly follow the orange and red Eager and anxious for the next cycle ahead [comments] => 0 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 65 [informant] => mypetmeatball [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => toughstuff )
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