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Conect11
Jun 08, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Leech

 
 
 
 
 
The leech has reared
an ugly suckling head
into my imagination.
Painstakingly profitable
the leech has come to feed.
The Leech has come to feed!
This elephant will sit on our
backs
and plot COMPLEXITIES for us!
At just $7.99/lb.
Gotta chessboard?
The leech has drained the bird
sucked it DRY.
The Phoenix is gone
its spirit broken.
The leech has come to feed!
Never satisfied in its
lust for blood.
Never satisfied in its
reckless abandon
and mundane drivel.
UnENDING drivel of mind
numbing perplexity (read menu boards
latte, mocha latte, tiralattemochabangbang)
useless dogma.
No rest for the weak
of weary leech.
Consumed with itself in its
bloodlust.
                                                                                                   Larger than life.

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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

re:

Thanks Joe! Do you ever sleep? I wrote this when I lived in Boston in 1997, it's about how Starbucks was driving a local coffeehouse out of business in Cambridge, Mass.
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Conect11

18 years 11 months ago

lol

quite alright, Joe. If I would excuse anyone from not sleeping it would be a protector of the peace.
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Michael F Vinning

18 years 11 months ago

You Ask, You Recieve

First; the Title, Absolutely Freakin Loved IT..the only reason I chose to read it over the others on the spotlight page!! I also liked the language used, simple, yet not too....now, as to the rest of your questions, I shall pass, and for good reason, I'm no expert poet, quite the opposite in fact...as I'm sure Joe will explain in great detail if you should ever ask him, bless his twisted heart though, I've learned a good deal from him (forgot most of it already, but not the point!) Seriously, I dig it, I'm picturing that damned leech having its fill on my brains blood, b/c I'm just peeking my head out of the longest tunnel of writer's block that I've ever had the displeasure of walking through! But alas, here I am...almost writing again, but At Least reading again for now! So I say to you good sir, "Kudos"! and forget Joe and his NYC way of not sleeping!!! We don't sleep down in the swamps of southern Louisiana either, wrestle gators all night instead, and write poetry reviews during our union breaks!! All the Best, Mike