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She wants to lie down beside him. Her
deck chairs are on the deck, everything’s
random.  I’ve gone out of my mind.  This
articulation has become an everyday thing.
It’s all about me, me, me, sometimes, but
of course it has no meaning unless it’s

Shared and who has time for it all so we have to
down play what we’re doing when we feel
real, too awesome as though we were someone.
All of us have all this ability and we down play, we
minimize to consolidate or prove a point.  Listening to
music, I feel like I am walking through quicksand,
an adventurer walking through a 4ft swampland.
Too many people make an artwork together, why
is it about one person or another person?  Why can’t
someone achieve something on their own in independence?
All I know is I don’t have time to look up all the words all the time or
rhyme, besides I would get dizzy with this rhyme study.  There is an
entire class devoted to vocabulary now.  At summer camp we would

slip and slide.  Hey everybody, slip and slide.
don’t take today for granted, these are all the positive
realities of expression.
Understand
crows
cawing.
Ink
of
love
and
respect,
eat

something, it’s slippery
don’t
risk
umbrage
crumple
Christmas cookies
in
ominous
lists
escape
vampires
of
love
eat. What is Slippery?  One may feel slippery material not slippers

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

it's okay if it's about 'me me me', as long as it's also about every one else else else...i've taken a little cruise around your poetry this morning, and i think you are one of the best kept secrets in these parts, high humor and cleverness in abundance, ed

[Laura Lynn]

Thanks very much

[Solitary_Streets]

Wow this is a great piece, I love how it is very structured then breaks apart. You have quite a unique voice, that's something that is important and not easy to come by! keep writing you're awesome

[Nitesh Mahabal]

Feelings are well described laura. Often its not easy to xplain them u did a vry good job here