Grex Poetry3 Conference

Item 177: A Game for poetry Conf.

Entered by ponder on Tue Mar 14 02:15:27 2000:

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#55 of 178 by arianna on Tue May 16 19:02:03 2000:

My nose has become a crusty condominium,
home to new tenants: a virus, a "bug."
My throat is their wreck room,
my ears ring with clamor
as they move in their sofas, their TVs, their rugs.

This reviled lozenge I suck on brings no relief;
they just laugh as I pucker
on its fake lemon taste.
They burble, now humored, they jiggle with glee,
"Our landlord is naive of our strength, how sweet."

All alone this weekend, with only these foes
and my tender toilet, whom I crouch beside, 
who listens and understands when I pray
for surcease, for my pernicious residents
to abandon their lease.

From the window, I can see my Sonoma,
amorous truck that calls to me.
"Will you be alright, my lady?" it asks.
White ride, you are my predestined horse,
for we go to the doctor on Monday.

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serious drawls
snug caffine
rudimentary pecan
plastic beansprouts
vicious rubberband

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