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Monday, January 08, 2007Odewhen it had turned its face to junewe talked about the amber moon and my home slice left me hanging like a silver scaled fish and the hole's still in my tongue so all the words fall through it but where the hook is i can't say he up and took the hook away the hole in the clouds is a bloody gash and the sand on the beach upsets like a rash but still i hold onto a bag full of ash cause one man's trash is another man's trash trash trash
Comments:
You melted my little heart.
fantastically brilliant linebreak: "ane my home slice left my hanging/like silver scaled fish" gigantically strange image: "the hole in the clouds is a bloody gash" Again, you put the rest of us art producing youth to shame . . . Could you please record yourself reading this so that we could one day maybe use it for something?  posted by Cadet Ledet : 8:59 PM, January 08, 2007
yes yes, this is really amazing. i'd love to pick out a favorite part, but like brandon did, i'd probably quote half the entire thing! i love the homeslice line. the words falling through the hole. holding onto a bag of ash. all of it!
wonderful. i wish i had a way with words. i can only barely speak. posted by Cadet Tom : 10:00 PM, January 08, 2007
probably not because i wrote this in an ichat to morgan fox because he was not responding to me. thanks boys. i blush.
posted by morgiepoo : 3:32 PM, January 09, 2007
the fact that you wrote that in ichat, spontaneously, so spur of the moment, makes me even more in awe of you and this ode.
posted by Cadet Kristy : 5:04 PM, January 11, 2007
I really love how the rhyme builds and builds. Also, the world falling through the whole in your tongue, the hook, how the simile carries on through the poem. Damn fine work.
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