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Epitaph for a Dolphin-We wandered in our sunlit shoals floatingEpitaph for a Dolphin-
belly up, and laughing at our own magnificence we thumbed our noses at the birds. -They cannot know what it is to fly The treetops were conquered by our borrowed hammers,
and we laid upon glorious two-by-fours while debating clouds or any other thing of significance. We watched the wind puff and play against our scrawled sign which clearly stated that there were 'no girls allowed'. Pastel fish flaunted. Taunted us to twilight; deeper wate
by ~poetofthepast
RedemptionIt all started with an ill-fated potato. Smog covered the old concrete rooftop. Down below automobiles had begun to move in small herds. The drivers seemed more asleep than awake, more interested in forcing down day-old coffee than yelling away on their cell phones and laying on their horns. The caffeine had just begun to revive a minority of the drivers, and those few had none to call because of the hour. It was that godforsaken hour when the city shed its morning fog only to leave behind the dirty walls and the cold subway air.Redemption
Up on the rooftop, Chris was participating in the morning ritual: Grey clothes and an old piece of pi
by ~poetofthepast
Littl Miss MuffitSitting in a crook of a room was a dainty girl Long blond hair, with cobalt accompany Always socially satisfactory, popular, primping. An authority on giddy girly laughs. All boy’s looks, turn, akin to spit-pig-roasts Small, tiny, and good-looking; Miss Tina MuffitLittl Miss Muffit
Sat on a tuffit, Miss. Muffit did put away A fair amount, by any standard, of curds and way Gobbling, slurping, munching, crunching In a way a lady hardly would. Tiny Miss could, For, in this location (a dark nook), not any saw
That ‘brought up-glamour-girl’ burp.
Now, Muffit is on a
by ~poetofthepast
Swimming LessonsEverything was different in the summer;Swimming Lessons
The mandated inhalation,
idleness of busy school hallways dims and dulls (leaves a constant haunting murmur) to simple, expected laziness. The world walked by
unexpectedly turns vibrant, opaque.
She offered shy summer-camp belly butterfly flutters and I forgot “girls had cooties” when she gave me a peck on the cheek and her heart all wrapped up in a strawberry fruit-rollup.
We used to stray, dawdling. Racing our responsibilities through
by ~poetofthepast
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- Current Residence: Uconn (In the USA)
- Interests: Music, Women, Writing, Sports (not necessarily in that order)
- Favourite movie: Napoleon Dynamite
- Favourite band or musician: Blasphemy to suggest such a thing. hah. favourites
- Favourite genre of music: Anything that doesnt suck
- Favourite artist: Jon Day
- Favourite poet or writer: Me, Closely followed by T.S. Eliot
- Operating System: Table, Chair, and Rum
- MP3 player of choice: one that plays music
- Shell of choice: Konch
- Wallpaper of choice: Wall paper sucks. I paint.
- Skin of choice: uh, My own? either that or J-Lo's (think MIB1)
- Favourite game: Pointing and laughing
- Favourite gaming platform: usualy a table.
- Personal Quote: "You see this? THIS is my i-think-your-a-fucknut face"
- Tools of the Trade: my extra ordinarily long… hair. Yes I’m a guy with long hair and a giant… nose
- Website: http://poetofthepast.deviantart.com/
- Email: ibrine@gmail.com
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It is like the extern void:
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