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Channels Scraping Mind

Strange lines,
blasphemous speech.
Nine foot, four foot, and six foot.
crossing, weaving
in dank geometries.
Life so difficult.
All is fuzz.
Hard consonants
disturb mightily.
Nature has
one channel, merely.
Leave me in nature.
The rich channel.

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This entry was posted on February 7, 2011, 10:57 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by Sana Johnson-Quijada MD on February 7, 2011 - 11:22 pm

    passionate.
    leave me in nature. me too. really nice. keep writing!

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on February 7, 2011 - 11:51 pm

      Thank you for your visit and thank you for commenting. I enjoy your work!

      Reply

  2. #3 by Marian on February 8, 2011 - 9:32 pm

    oh, yeah. i want that channel, too!

    Reply

    • #4 by Carl on February 8, 2011 - 10:24 pm

      I don’t know where it is on the dial, but it is hard to find.

      Reply

  3. #5 by Evelyn on February 9, 2011 - 8:36 pm

    “dank geometries”
    genius combination

    Reply

    • #6 by Carl on February 9, 2011 - 10:10 pm

      the sound is right. I like the sound.

      Reply

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