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IKnowNoBox
Feb 10, 2008 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Slink Away Villainous Spirits

Pass those puddles of vomit

up through the cracks of woe

spiral downward

 

Oh it was a well traveled

road you taunted us to

smooth sailing all the way

 

keep me at arms lenght

that the sky spins out

then crashes down

 

when the stomach pits

the way skin feels unreal

nothing surprising

 

always true to your motive

consistent in each swallow

sits me on the ground

 

laughing as you leave

a humiliating reminder

to moderate your presence

— IKnowNoBox, Feb 10, 2008

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Region, Country: East Coast, USA

Favorite Poets: Weird Elf, Shel Silverstein, The Poet Anonymous

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themoonman

themoonman

18 years 3 months ago

Hi nobox...

I was getting woozy reading this...only to find out it was that damned old crow....lol..
Janice Pearce

Janice Pearce

18 years 3 months ago

I Know No Box

Hope you're not offended but I thought this was all about alcohol, in any event, well written!
infinite_dwarf

infinite_dwarf

18 years ago

I'm sorry

If this was a real occurence for you. btw, you come up with the coolest titles. I really enjoy your work, David. ~Jess ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ "Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the hell is the ceiling??"
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IKnowNoBox

18 years ago

Febuary eight I have not drank since, so it served a purpose..

is is that I learn hard.? Or through emergence.. I am not sure on this one whether I wrote the title first or the poem first.. I was in a recovering state at the time a five day hang over followed by broncial infection. As wthe accounts of that day came in the following week I could only laugh .. in a humiliating sort of way. I am now trying to get on line more as I resettle some half baked projects into procuctive foundations, then I can return to reading "catch-up' here a neo poet. In ink, dabbler