Monday Jun 30, 2003

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From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flack and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.

DeathoftheBallTurretGunner
-Randall Jarrell-
jivesucka52:
Do you write your own stuff? Just curious. You do quote great works either way.
luxveritas:
here is one of mine - it's called "systole"

metre'd liquid moment abovebeneath muscled forth gently slowfast deliberate deep-throated obliteration rhythmrhythm relentlessly hammering out yesyes fractured sequential flood inout double-measured clamboring code momentmoment instant erosion rebirth